In those moments it's hard to remember that an angry voice is an invisible thing incapable of drawing blood.

Antonin Artaud wrote on one of his drawings, "Never real and always true," and that is how depression feels. You know that it is not real, that you are someone else, and yet you know that it is absolutely true.

Your sensuality is not pushing you away from God. If anything, it's actually drawing you closer and closer to Him.

We see that in the organic world, to the same degree that reflection gets darker and weaker, grace grows ever more radiant and dominant. But just as two lines intersect on one side of a point, and after passing through infinity, suddenly come together again on the other side; or the image in a concave mirror suddenly reappears before us after drawing away into the infinite distance, so too, does grace return once perception, as it were, has traversed the infinite--such that it simultaneously appears the purest in human bodily structures that are either devoid of consciousness or which possess an infinite consciousness, such as in the jointed manikin or the God.

As we grow in the knowledge of God's holiness, even though we are growing in the practice of holiness, it seems the gap between our knowledge and our practice always gets wider. This is the Holy Spirit's way of drawing us to more and more holiness.

Irony? Irony can never be more than our own personal Maginot line; the drawing of it, for the most part, purely arbitrary.

"When it came time for me to give my talk on the subject, I started off by drawing an outline of the cat and began to name the various muscles.

A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?

You know, people ask me. They say 'Dan, three years later do you really want to be drawing cat whiskers on your face?' but they don't understand. The cat whiskers, they come from within.

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

You know I meant it. I am human. And male. And not remotely blind. Do you want me to say it again? You are distractingly, even if-that-is-not-a-real-word pretty. You are so pretty that I bullied Clay Whitaker into drawing me a picture of you so I could look at you when you aren't around. You are so pretty that one of these days I'm going to lose a finger in my garage because I can't concentrate with you so close to me. You are so pretty that I wish you weren't so I wouldn't want to hit every guy at school who looks at you, especially my best friend.

"Meghan," whispered a voice, heart wrenchingly familiar, drawing me out of the void. I recognized it immediately, just as I realized it was a figment of my desperate imagination, because the real owner of that voice would never be here, talking to me.

The whole essence of good drawing - and of good thinking perhaps - is to work a subject down to the simplest form possible and still have it believable for what it is meant to be.

The Christian must trust in a withdrawing God.

But now with technology I could sit down and do a bunch of character drawings and scan them into a computer and the computer using my exact style could bring it into life where it would have been edited by various human beings before.

That is a Medieval way of drawing history in which they do not respect the law and want the rest of the world to respect the law. That's not possible.

Every society and religion has rules for both have moral laws. And the essence of morality consists as in art of drawing the line somewhere.

It's as if I were collaborating with myself revealing my relationship to the material. My hand would make the drawing. Then my mouth would transmit it.

Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct everything in nature is coloured.

Hunting fishing drawing and music occupied my every moment. Cares I knew not and cared naught about them.

Music is the doorway that has led me to drawing photography and writing.

I've been drawing my whole life. My mom says my sister and I were drawing by age 1. Animation seems a real natural extension of drawing as a way of telling a story visually.

Imagine my surprise when after a lifetime of teaching me to keep personal things to myself Mom insisted my drawings were the start of a comic strip for millions of people to enjoy.

Even though Raster Blaster was only a video game I was learning about designing stuff. I got good at drawing.