I write them the way I write all of my characters. With consideration, with respect, with honesty. - Greg Rucka
|Jenn:||I need to read THE SECRET HISTORY.|
|Stephanie:||I can't believe you haven't read it yet.|
|Jenn:||I know, it's awful; I'll read it next.|
|Stephanie:||You can't read it now!|
|Stephanie:||You have to read it in the winter. At night. While drinking wine.|
|Stephanie:||Really, anything you can do to make yourself feel insecure and 19 years old, is what you need to do before and then while reading that book.|
|Jenn:||Okay, I'll put it on my to-do list for November.|
— (via wwnorton)
Hans contemplated the frothy remains on the rim of his beer mug, the hollow ears of the handles, all the things one looks at when everything has been said.
From Andres Neuman’s Traveler of the Century
Tom’s not even a full fifth of the way through and is thoroughly loving Traveler.
Great crowd at our TOON Books event this past Thursday. We even had an DIY AV set-up and everything! Huge thanks to Nadja and Françoise for such a fascinating and fun event.
At Comics: Philosophy and Practice this weekend in Chicago, Chris Ware revealed more details about his highly-anticipated latest project, Building Stories. As attendee Kathleen Dunley put it, Building Stories is “many little books in a beautiful box.”
Stay tuned, we can’t wait to share more of this exciting new graphic novel with you.
“Chris Ware’s BUILDING STORIES is the rarest kind of brilliance; it is simultaneously heartbreaking, hilarious, shockingly intimate and deeply insightful. There isn’t a graphic artist alive or dead who has used the form this wonderfully to convey the passage of time, loneliness, longing, frustration or bliss. It is the reader’s choice where and how to begin this monumental work — the only regret you will have in starting it is knowing that it will end.”
- J.J. Abrams
Oh, snap. WHEN?!?!
I don’t know if I ought to be bragging about this, but… #HellYesItsAwesome (Taken with instagram)
“But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself, into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously…”
― Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch