“The artist's imagination may wander far from nature. But as long as it is a living, moving power in his brain, isn't it just as real as any other natural phenomenon? The artist justifies his existence only when he can transform his imagination into truth.” MayLongRealMovingArtistImaginationNaturalExistenceBrainWanderJustifyPhenomenonNatural Phenomena Author:Bill Vaughan
“Nature that framed us of four elements, Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds: Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.” WorldMindStillsSoulMovingCoursesPerfectTeachFourPlanetsSweetElementsInfiniteFruitArchitectureWanderBlissBreastsFacultyClimbingSpheresSoleCrownsRestlessWondrousFramedFelicityFruitionAlways MovingFour Elements Author:Christopher Marlowe
“It is easy for desire to be caught like a bird in a net, its wings fouled and twisted, no longer free to cross back and forth between silence and word. Desire may also find itself so amputated by tradition and community that it wanders in a void with nothing to orient it, to shape or discipline it. Desire must find ways to navigate its bitter and sweet paradox: it moves toward but also always through and beyond every object.” WayMayMovingDesireEasyCommunitySilenceObjectsSweetDisciplineShapesBirdTraditionCrossesWingsCaughtBitterWanderParadoxVoidTwistedBack And ForthNavigate Author:Wendy Farley
“I like comic conventions. I genuinely like comic conventions. I like wandering around from table to table; I like wandering up and down Artist's Alley and saying "Hello" to people. I like hanging out on the DC booth. I can't do that anymore. I'd like to, but I can't. I physically can't. If I stop moving, somebody will come up to me with something to sign, and if I sign it, somehow it's like ants sensing sugar. There will be fifty or a hundred people around me and then fire marshals will come and then I'm trapped in a crowd. It's bizarre.” PeopleIfsI CanMovingArtistFireHundredTablesCome UpCrowdsWanderComicFiftyHanging OutSugarConventionsTrappedHelloBizarreUp And DownAntsAlleysSensingWandering AroundSaying Hello Author:Neil Gaiman