I had this desire to understand Islam better and then focus on the beauty of Arabic and Islamic cultures. And one of the first things to emerge was Arabic calligraphy, which was instantly inspiring. — Craig Thompson Copy Share Image
At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars. — Craig Thompson Copy Share
How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary. — Craig Thompson Copy Share
It's actually easier to do autobiographical stories. The story is already there. It's a matter of carving away what doesn't fit rather than building… — Craig Thompson Copy Share
On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free. I… — Craig Thompson Copy Share
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… — Craig Thompson Copy Share
“And slowly the snow began to melt. First, doing a number on children's constructions; Then retreating to the foundations of barns and other buildings.… — Craig Thompson Copy Share
“And there you have it, Your Highness. Turning a jug of water into gold.” — Craig Thompson Copy Share
I think there is some overlap in terms of artistic desires and Christian desires. — Craig Thompson Copy Share
“They say a man's inspiration is visual, but for a woman, it's the narrative. Abandon both the narrative and the visual. Close your eyes,… — Craig Thompson Copy Share
I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle. — Craig Thompson Copy Share
I grew up in a very fundamentalist, evangelical Christian household. Both my parents were born-again - their faith infused every aspect of my childhood.… — Craig Thompson Copy Share
After 'Blankets,' I was sick of drawing myself and doing this autobiographical, mundane, Midwestern sort of comics. I wanted to create something bigger than… — Craig Thompson Copy Share
Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow… — Craig Thompson Copy Share
