It's much more liberating as a artist to feel like you can approach each page and each panel with the way that… — Daniel Clowes Copy Share Image
When he awoke it was dawn. Or something like dawn. The light was watery, dim and incomparably sad. Vast, grey, gloomy hills… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
It is in vain to dream of a wildness distant from ourselves. There is none such. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
As geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes… — Plutarch Copy Share Image
You needn't take it any further, sir. You've proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong, and terribly… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Alas! the culture of an Irishman is an enterprise to be undertaken with a sort of moral bog hoe. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
