When someone tells me about Malala, the girl who was shot by the Taliban – that’s my definition for her – I don’t think she’s me. Now I don’t even feel as if I was shot. Even my life in Swat feels like a part of history or a movie I watched. Things change. God has given us a brain and a heart which tell us how to live.
Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
If you want to find out what a writer or a cartoonist really feels, look at his work. That’s enough.
I know no man who feels deeper disgust than I do at the ambition, avarice, and profligacy of the priesthood, as well because every one of these vices is odious in itself, as because each of them separately and all of them together are utterly abhorrent in men making profession of a life dedicated to God.
Every one who has a heart, however ignorant of architecture he may be, feels the transcendent beauty and poetry of the mediaeval churches.
The thing about not being historically a mainstream writer is that everyone feels like you’re theirs: you’re their friend.
A vote should be generative, not like business as usual, which is what voting feels like for most of us.
Unless a man feels he has a good enough memory, he should never venture to lie.
A pen is different from the pad, the key, moving your fingers across a screen. I like both. I like to work on sketchbooks, big old white sketch paper. I like how that feels, and I like to put different media on it. Then there’s the phone, smartphone, iPad: It’s the new page, and it’s not the same page anymore.
Time is not measured by the passing of years but by what one does, what one feels, and what one achieves.