Craig Thompson quotes:
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Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.
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Christianity and Islam, they have the same morals, same lifestyle, some of the same stories that shaped them.
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After 'Blankets,' I was sick of drawing myself and doing this autobiographical, mundane, Midwestern sort of comics. I wanted to create something bigger than myself and outside myself.
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My dad was a plumber, and my mom was on and off again, either a stay-at-home mom or working with the disabled as a visiting-nurse assistant.
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Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush"."
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Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school.
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I grew up in a very working-class family and also a very fundamentalist Christian family. So, we didn't have access to the arts in the house in any form other than the Sunday funnies.
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Shame is always easier to handle if you have someone to share it with.
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Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".
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Even a mistake is better than nothing.
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I grew up in a very fundamentalist, evangelical Christian household. Both my parents were born-again - their faith infused every aspect of my childhood. I'll probably spend most of my life working through that.
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Foreign-language books are sometimes more beautiful when you can't tell what's being said. It's like you ruin it by reading.
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I'm still down with Jesus. I like to think of him mostly as a social revolutionary who mixed with bad crowds and hated the rich.
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I think you can still look to Jesus' word for guidance in your life. It's just not the guidance that it seems like most Christians are applying to their own lives.
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I'm really interested in making a mark on a paper and letting that be cursive shorthand for an idea - that's the origin of cartooning.
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Most of my Muslim friends are politically liberal in a lot of senses. They are far more open-minded than the Christian circles I grew up in, which are, you know, actually scarier. That said, too, I still identify with the teachings of Jesus. I don't think they resemble or relate to modern-day Christianity.
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Except heaven is a hope , and eden is a memory .
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On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free. I gorged myself until my tummy ached.
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You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.
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Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?
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How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.
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You're more than a story.
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I love the sea because it is boundless.
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and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.
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For what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?
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Right now the day length is exactly the same as in spring when birds key into it and begin singing. The birds are a little confused by it all and the singing isn't very intense. It only lasts a week or so each fall, but it's still cool to hear spring bird songs at this time of the year.
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The question is not, could Utah compete week in and week out in the ACC, SEC, Big Ten, whatever, .. The question is, in a one- game setting, can Utah compete, can Utah get the market share, sell the tickets of one of those more familiar institutions. Nobody knows that answer.
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At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.
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I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.
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Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.
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Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.
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I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.