We Don't Grow Older, We Grow Riper.

In Life You Throw A Ball. You Hope It Will Reach A Wall And Bounce Back So You Can Throw It Again. You Hope Your Friends Will Provide That Wall.

The First Half Of Life Is Learning To Be An Adult-the Second Half Is Learning To Be A Child.

He Was An Afghan Hound Name Kabul. Since Him I Have Had Other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I Am Looking For His Ghost. He Is The Only One That I Sometimes Think About. Often, If He Comes In To My Mind When I Am Working, It Alters What I Do. The Nose On The Face I Am Drawing Gets Longer And Sharper. The Hair Of The Woman I Am Sketching Gets Longer And Fluffy, Resting Against Her Cheeks Like His Ears Rested Against His Head.

It Took Me A Lifetime.

I'm Always Doing Things I Can't Do. That's How I Get To Do Them.