I never intended to make art.
First, think. Second, believe. Third, dream. And finally, dare.
Of all the things I’ve done, the most vital is coordinating those who work with me and aiming their efforts at a certain goal.
All the adversity I’ve had in my life, all my troubles and obstacles, have strengthened me… You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing in the world for you.
What ever you do, do it well. Do it so well that when people see you do it they will want to come back and see you do it again and they will want to bring others and show them how well you do what you do.
If you can visualize it, if you can dream it, there’s some way to do it.
People often ask me if I know the secret of success and if I could tell others how to make their dreams come true. My answer is, you do it by working.
People spend money when and where they feel good.
The same thing could have happened on Halloween if somebody in the neighborhood had jumped out and scared him.
I just make what I like – warm and human stories, ones about historic characters and events, and about animals. If there is a secret, I guess it’s that I never make the pictures too childish, but always try to get in a little satire of adult foibles.
Don’t tell me about the problems – I make the problems.
Do a good job. You don’t have to worry about the money; it will take care of itself. Just do your best work then try to trump it.
To me, today, at age sixty-one, all prayer, by the humble or highly placed, has one thing in common: supplication for strength and inspiration to carry on the best human impulses which should bind us together for a better world.
I have long felt that the way to keep children out of trouble is to keep them interested in things. Lecturing to children is no answer to delinquency. Preaching won’t keep youngsters out of trouble, but keeping their minds occupied will.
All you’ve got to do is own up to your ignorance honestly, and you’ll find people who are eager to fill your head with information.
Too many people grow up. That’s the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up. They forget. They don’t remember what it’s like to be 12 years old. They patronize, they treat children as inferiors. Well I won’t do that.
Hang on, little guy,” she said gently. Once more, Elsa waved her hands. A swirl of cold air shot out of her fingertips and wrapped itself around Olaf, instantly refreezing him. Then, just to be safe, she created a small cloud from which a soft snow fell constantly. “Hey!” Olaf shouted happily, wobbling this way and that and laughing as the cloud followed him. “My own personal flurry!
Its not until you lose everything that you can truly apreciate everything.
Around here... we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things.
Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy. I know I’m crazy, therefore I’m not crazy, isn’t that crazy?
There’s a rumbly in my tumbly.