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 Image
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 Image
“I promise-ted I'd care up for him downwise 'til the tailend of time.” — Craig Thompson Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“And there you have it, Your Highness. Turning a jug of water into gold.” — Craig Thompson Copy Share Image
I think there is some overlap in terms of artistic desires and Christian desires. — Craig Thompson Copy Share Image
“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 Image
I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle. — Craig Thompson Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
