The inward light is forever striving to gather enough additional light to penetrate the fog of our senses. – Henry Stanley Haskins, Meditations in Wall Street, 1940, originally published an
Im a spoilt brat. I thought I was just going to walk in and make movies. But Id been my own boss for so long that all of a sudden to be facing a roomful of people who were niggling over every little scene… I just thought Id go back and draw my comics and have a happy life. – Frank Miller
