I sense that the road to Heaven is paved with dashed hopes. Michael Leunig dashheavenhope Change image and share on social
Clever modern man is so witless that he thinks moral silence and empty conscience are an advantage. Michael Leunig advantagecleverconscience Change image and share on social
In my adolescence, I think I felt very outcast; I felt lonely. I felt great loneliness, and sometimes I wouldn't partake in Christmas, and I would go off and wander in the streets of Melbourne. Michael Leunig adolescencechristmasfelt Change image and share on social
I never had a spirit-breaking, soul-destroying religion drummed into me. Michael Leunig breakdestroydrum Change image and share on social
Life itself is offensive and certainly does not apologize - in fact, it hurts considerably and, as we all know, is often very rude and troublesome, just as nature or art can be. Michael Leunig apologizeartconsiderably Change image and share on social
The world is philosophically booby-trapped; touch an interesting subject, and it just might blow up in your face. Some say it's better not to touch. Michael Leunig blowboobyface Change image and share on social
In later life, we don't easily talk of fears, but instead we discuss our 'concerns.' Fear seems too primal and hysterical, but concern is polite and intellectual and nicely under control. Michael Leunig concerncontroldiscuss Change image and share on social
Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that. Michael Leunig difficulthappylove Change image and share on social
A good memory is surely a compost heap that converts experience to wisdom, creativity, or dottiness; not that these things are of much earthly value, but at least they may keep you amused when the world is keeping you locked away or shutting you out. Michael Leunig amusecompostconvert share on social
There's a particular sensitivity required to be an artist, and a certain vulnerability, perhaps, and also, somewhere between, you're in your body a lot, too. It's much more physical than one would imagine because I think it's the body where the imagination lives somehow. I do feel the imagination isn't just in the brain up there. Michael Leunig artistbodybrain share on social