Books admitted me to their world open-handedly, as people, for the most part, did not. The life I lived in books was one of ease and freedom, wordly wisdom, glitter, dash and style.
The duty of youth is to challenge corruption.
A speculative front cover for one of my favourite books.
So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.
We found artist Chad Miller’s amazing take on classic work via X-Men on Shortlist: http://shortlist.com/cool-stuff/design/x-men-imprints-of-classic-books
Also check out his tumblr page for more: http://xmenclassics.tumblr.com/
There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.
The centrifugal force of our planet is still fearfully strong…I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe; yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky. I love some people, whom one loves, you know, sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them.
Bookstore in Brussels, Belgium.