Quotes from Craig Thompson

We didn't want to waste this second chance-- to continue a thread that'd been lost-- to finish a sentence.

Barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

Du bist gerade erst gegangen und schon erscheinen unsere gemeinsamen Orte so viel schöner und bedeutungsvoller. Wieso wolltest du all das nur hinter dir lassen? Was rede ich, meine Welt ist doch nicht bedeutungsvoller, sondern leerer. Was nützt der atemberaubende Blick aufs Meer schon ohne dich? Gar nichts.

When you are lost or looking for someone suspected lost, the CROWDS of people form a threatening undertow undermining your every effort.

But really I wanted to burn these childhood artifacts, because the lines -meant for escape- served as a reminder instead. I wanted to burn my memories.

Why create man in the first place? Man forsakes his Creator. Man desecrates Creation. Man consumes and excretes. Lusts and rapes. I am all these things. Why give life to a creature so depraved? A creature so incomplete? A creature so alone?

If Paradise lies beneath the feet of the mothers -those tender feet of Dodola- then it's Hell that waits beneath mine.

I've believed women to be pure, and men possessed by evil jinn —Shayateen. But I'm not a man, I bottled the ifrit, cemented a wall. Now the jinn can only strike internally, and the clearest way to exorcise them is to shatter this container.

It seems my calling is to destroy rather than create. To finish removing my body. To erase my presence from this world.

Let me atone for all the sins of men. Let me release the deluge pent up in me. Let me die.

I think there is some overlap in terms of artistic desires and Christian desires.

In 2005, I did a lot on 'Habibi' and a lot of business stuff. I got an agent that year.

I don't know Arabic. I can't speak or write it.

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.

Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.

You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.

Even a mistake is better than nothing.

Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.

Shame is always easier to handle if you have someone to share it with.

On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free. I gorged myself until my tummy ached.

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".

Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?