“A story can fly like a bee, so straight and swift you catch only the hum of its passing. Or move so slowly it seems motionless, curled in upon itself like a snake in the sun. It can vanish like smoke before the wind. Linger like perfume in the nose. Change with every telling, yet always remain the same.” StoriesSeemsMovingSunWindPassingPassingsSmokeNosesBeesSnakesPerfume Book:The Storyteller's Daughter: A Retelling of Source: The Storyteller's Daughter: A Retelling of
“Once, I'd written a Western story, and one of the panels was just a hand holding a six-shooter, and there was a puff of smoke coming out of the barrel, and a straight horizontal line, indicating the trajectory of the bullet. So that page was sent back to me from the Code office, saying that the particular panel was too violent. I asked them what they meant, and they told me--I swear--"The puff of smoke is too big." Well, of course. So I had the artist make the smoke a little smaller, and the youth of America was saved.” WellsLittlesStoriesHandsBigsAmericaArtistCoursesLinesWrittenYouthParticularOfficeSixPagesWesternSavedViolentSmokeCodeComing OutSwearBulletsBarrelsTrajectoryPuffHorizontalShooterHand HoldingHorizontal Lines Author:Stan Lee
“Every person I talk to has a story about how their smoke alarm went off or woke them up with a battery beeping. So you take it off the wall and you take the battery out and say screw this. They hate the products.” PersonsStoriesHateProductsWallSmokeScrewsAlarmsBatteriesOff The Wall Author:Tony Fadell