#graphic

Roschach's Journal: October 12th, 1985 Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No. ↗

— Alan Moore

#graphic-novels #the-watchmen #dog

None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME. ↗

— Alan Moore

#novel

If we have major geographic areas within our continent that have a tremendous lack of economic opportunity, we found that that is going to produce instability _ economic, political and social. ↗

— William Weld

#continent #economic #economic opportunity #found #geographic

The photographic image... is a message without a code. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#image #message #photographic #without

I learned to read at a young age and I have always read voraciously. It is one of the few things, aside from getting fucked up and getting in trouble, that I have done consistently throughout my entire life. ↗

— James Frey

#age

Every time you look up at the stars, it’s like opening a door. You could be anyone, anywhere. You could be yourself at any moment in your life. You open that door and you realize you’re the same person under the same stars. Camping out in the backyard with your best friend, eleven years old. Sixteen, driving alone, stopping at the edge of the city, looking up at the same stars. Walking a wooded path, kissing in the moonlight, look up and you’re eleven again. Chasing cats in a tiny town, you’re eleven again, you’re sixteen again. You’re in a rowboat. You’re staring out the back of a car. Out here where the world begins and ends, it’s like nothing ever stops happening. ↗

— Bryan Lee O'Malley

#comic #eleven #graphic-novel #lost-at-sea #sixteen

Everything in life has a price; each choice we make is a transaction. It's only with the passage of time that we realize sometimes much to our regret whether the cost was worth it. ↗

— David Hontiveros

#kadasig #katumbas #underpass #life

...and the stuff you bring back from dreams is free. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#graphic-novels #dreams

Silence in the shell of a city, no baby crying, no car honking, no ambulance shrieking, no lovers moaning, no drunks throwing up in the alley, no lights, nothing but wind and rain and snow in its season and rust and a rattling of open doors and carcass smell. It was a possibility like a brain tumor or a scorpion bite. ↗

— Anne Roiphe

#art-and-madness #autobiographical #art

Above all else show the data. ↗

— Edward R. Tufte

#graphics #statistics #visualization