I always loved, most of all with doing comics, the fact that I knew I was in the gutter. I kind of miss that, even these days, whenever people come up and inform me, oh, you do graphic novels. No. I wrote comic books, for heaven’s sake. They’re creepy and I was down in the gutter and you despised me. “No, no, we love you! We want to give you awards! You write graphic novels!” We like it here in the gutter.

-Neil Gaiman, as quoted in a NPR article.


Love Letters Left (Not Lost)

Notes left behind around campus by some careless lovers. I wonder if anyone will find them?

Dear Juan,

I feel as if you and I are racing toward one another like a train and a drunk man, stumbling along, counting the tracks in the dead of night.


Dear Anne,

Please, forgive me. I just can’t stop thinking about you. Honestly, I think I might be going crazy. (But—oh!—it’s a delightful sort of crazy! I never want to be sane, if this bliss is what it means to be mad.)

When I close my eyes, I see your face. Blushing, flushed, looking up at me with those thoughtful brown eyes of yours . . .

When you smile you look like a completely different woman.
(I know what you’re thinking: which Anne is the lovelier of
the two? Well, let me assure you, I’d sooner slice out my own
tongue than tell.

You think I’m being silly, I bet. No matter. Laugh at me all you like—I’d be lighted to be laughed at by the gorgeous and delectable Lady Anne. She has the most enlivening laugh. Whenever I hear it, I feel as if I could fly . . .

Forever and always your jester (that is, if you’ll have me?),


Dear M,

If you leave her, I’ll marry you, and we’ll have all the little genius babies your heart desires.

Until you do, however (unless you do?), I don’t feel like it would be right to keep the necklace.

Here’s hoping (for the both of us),
D. R.

Dear B:

These are some things which I love about you:

  • Your smile
  • Your laugh
  • The way you look, looking at me
  • How you always know the right thing to say to make my day a bit less god-awful
  • How you know the answer to any question you’re asked
  • Your confident demeanor (did I spell that correctly?)
  • Your superior spelling ability
  • The way you doodle whales in the margins of your notebooks
  • You always follow through on your commitments to the best of your ability
  • How you probably think that the fact I started this list with physical attributes, rather than personality traits, is just typical.
  • Your taste in British comedies
  • That thing you do with your toes when we’re at the beach
  • How you want to have kids someday
  • How you don’t believe in talking behind people’s backs, even if they’re assholes who deserve it.
  • How you could probably write a much, much better list than I ever could.

Love, Love, Love,

(There is a drawing of a whale at the top of the page, captioned: “My whales look like seals . . .”)




“My concern is how we learn to be genuine human beings. I never found out all I want to know about writing and realize I never will. All that writers can do is keep trying to say what is deepest in their hearts.”

-Lloyd Alexander


Some Quotes That’ll Make You Go, ‘Okay, Sure.’

  1. “I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing, and a second time, a bit later on, when someone says your name for the last time.” –Banksy
  2. “If you’ve nothing to say, say it any way you like. Stylistic innovations, contorted story lines or none, exotic or genderless pronouns, internal inconsistencies, the recipe for preparing your lover as a cannibal banquet: feel free. If what you have to say is important and/or difficult to follow, use the simplest language possible. If the reader doesn’t get it then, let it not be your fault.” -Niven
  3. “Better an imperfect dome in Florence than a cathedral in the clouds” -Twyla Tharp
  4. “Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become one. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” –Nietzsche
  5. “What is better—to be born good? Or to overcome your evil nature through great effort.” –Paarthurnax