“-Here's a pretty shell for you. -Oh, thank you my baby.-Look, here's another one!-Thank you.-Look at this pretty one!-Thank you.-Here's a REALLY pretty one.-Um, thank you.”
―
Jeffrey Brown,
Clumsy
“I like the way you touch me.""I like to touch you... That works out for us, huh?” ― Jeffrey Brown
“ ” ― Jeffrey Brown, Darth Vader and Son
“ ” ― Jeffrey Brown, Darth Vader and Son
“-Some guy stopped by to see you.-Who was it?-I don't know.-You don't know? Was he cute? Did you fall in love with him?” ― Jeffrey Brown, I am Going to Be Small
“ ” ― Jeffrey Brown, Darth Vader and Son
“Theirs was a forbidden love.” ― Jeffrey Brown, I am Going to Be Small
“and what appears to be every graphic memoir ever written – Jeffrey Brown, Craig Thompson, Alison Bechdel, James Kochalka, Lucy Knisley, and tons of others I’ve never seen before.” ― Stephanie Perkins, Isla and the Happily Ever After
“Early June, Providence, Rhode Island, the sun up for almost two hours already, lighting up the pale bay and the smokestacks of the Narragansett Electric factory, rising like the sun on the Brown University seal emblazoned on all the pennants and banners draped up over campus, a sun with a sagacious face, representing knowledge. But this sun--the one over Providence--was doing the metaphorical sun one better, because the founders of the university, in their Baptist pessimism, had chosen to depict the light of knowledge enshrouded by clouds, indicating that ignorance had not yet been dispelled from the human realm, whereas the actual sun was just now fighting its way through cloud cover, sending down splintered beams of light and giving hope to the squadrons of parents, who'd been soaked and frozen all weekend, that the unseasonable weather might not ruin the day's activities.” ― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot
“...and then I said, "I love you" and all he said back was, "I know". "I know"... what does that mean?!” ― Jeffrey Brown, Vader's Little Princess
“yaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnn smack smack smack” ― Jeffrey Brown, Cat Getting Out of a Bag and Other Observations
“How do you know it's love and not obsession?” ― Jeffrey Brown, Clumsy
“I looked over at the dresser and saw a new issue of Zoobooks sitting there.On the cover was an owl. I love owls. Owls are beautiful and fierce. There was an owl right there on the front. A close-up of its face. Two big black eyes, bulbous, shiny, and empty. A brown-and-black feathered face. And its beak. I didn't see its beak. What were those two things coming out of its neck?I stepped closer.And in the lower corner of the cover, in white all-caps sans-serif font: "SPIDERS." I looked back into that face, brown and black fur, two big black eyes, and more eyes, and pincers. And oh god.I screamed. I screamed and I ran. I am still screaming and running from this, only on the inside now.” ― Joseph Fink, The Great Glowing Coils of the Universe
“Red-bellied hummingbirds and hard-beaked toucans banked in the mist rising up in wet clouds. The air shook around jagged rock columns that thrust from swirling water thrown white from brown waves. The scent of the muddy river mixed with the ripe jungle smells of rotting leaves and flowers.” ― Jeffrey Marcus Oshins, 12: A Novel About the End of the Mayan Calendar
“To go back to Brown, a concern the United States government had was definitely part of the picture. At that time, we were in a Cold War with the Soviet Union, and the State Department filed a brief in Brown v. Board urging the Court to end what was basically apartheid in America. It said, we are being embarrassed constantly by the Soviet Union charging that the United States is a racist society. Please, Court, help us to end that era.” ― Jeffrey Rosen, Conversations with RBG: Ruth Bader Ginsburg on Life, Love, Liberty, and Law
“Areli kicked her dragon upwards and followed Aquilina and Fides through the lanterns and rock, out into clean mountain air. Aquilina had picked only the two, whom she said were hands down the greatest riders on the team, to ride with her. Areli didn’t know how to respond to that, except to turn red and cover her mouth with surprise. And now she was flying, not in an arena, but in free air, a privilege given to only the best professional riders.They flew over the city. The buildings looked like small blocks and the carriages looked like gold-colored ants roaming about. The sweep of the cool air was refreshing against Areli’s face.They flew over the trees leading to Emperor Abhiraja’s forest, which looked like nothing but a tossed salad from their view. And then they were over Emperor Abhiraja’s trees. Back at the boarding facility, before they left, Aquilina told them there was only one rule if they were to ride with her . . . keep up.Aquilina veered down towards the trees. Fides took after her and Areli followed. Areli sat hard into her seat and pulled the reins to her right. She leaned her leg into Kaia’s left shoulder and held on tight to the saddle horn. Kaia leaned her body and they knifed through the air. Areli shifted her legs and hands, chasing after Fides and Aquilina.They slipped through a tiny gap in the tops of the massive trees. Areli saw the red of Fidelja’s dragon ahead of her, and then it disappeared. She saw shades of brown and green coming up fast. Areli pulled on the reins, keeping her hands light, and sunk into the seat, leveling off their descent into the forest.She immediately started kicking Kaia forward as she saw Fides dragon’s tail wrap past a tree. Areli commanded Kaia in a way she never had before. Using every skill she ever learned, she cued Kaia right, then left, then into a roll to get through two narrowly placed trees, and then up, always following the blur of red in front of her.They came out above the trees again and then they swooped back down. This time it was into the Columns of Abhi. They curved around the large rock structures like a knife full of butter caressing a freshly baked roll. Areli didn’t think she could feel this exhilarated. But there was something utterly breathtaking about flying without walls, without spectators or trainers. This was true freedom, according to Areli. Freedom from homework, freedom from fears, freedom from worries. This was the place where she could be . . . just to be.” ― Jeffrey Johnson, The Column Racer
“I don't need you making me feel like an evil person every time I do something. I gave up smoking weed for you and that's a pretty big thing. I can't hold your hand 24 hours a day. Can't hold you 24 hours a day. Can't kiss you 24 hours a day. Can't have sex 24 hours a day.” ― Jeffrey Brown, Clumsy
“TEN GREATEST ENGLISH POETS Chaucer, Spenser, Shakespeare, Milton, Burns, Wordsworth, Keats, Shelley, Tennyson, Browning. TEN GREATEST ENGLISH ESSAYISTS Bacon, Addison, Steele, Macaulay, Lamb, Jeffrey, De Quincey, Carlyle, Thackeray and Matthew Arnold.” ― Joseph Devlin, How to Speak and Write Correctly
“That was in June, fish-fly season, when each year our town is covered bythe flotsam of those ephemeral insects. Rising in clouds from the algae in the polluted lake, they blacken windows, coat cars and street amps,plaster the municipal docks and festoon the rigging of sailboats, always in the same brown ubiquity of flying scum.” ― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
“I like the way you touch me.""I like to touch you... That works out for us, huh?” ― Jeffrey Brown
“ ” ― Jeffrey Brown, Darth Vader and Son
“ ” ― Jeffrey Brown, Darth Vader and Son
“-Some guy stopped by to see you.-Who was it?-I don't know.-You don't know? Was he cute? Did you fall in love with him?” ― Jeffrey Brown, I am Going to Be Small
“ ” ― Jeffrey Brown, Darth Vader and Son
“Theirs was a forbidden love.” ― Jeffrey Brown, I am Going to Be Small
“and what appears to be every graphic memoir ever written – Jeffrey Brown, Craig Thompson, Alison Bechdel, James Kochalka, Lucy Knisley, and tons of others I’ve never seen before.” ― Stephanie Perkins, Isla and the Happily Ever After
“Early June, Providence, Rhode Island, the sun up for almost two hours already, lighting up the pale bay and the smokestacks of the Narragansett Electric factory, rising like the sun on the Brown University seal emblazoned on all the pennants and banners draped up over campus, a sun with a sagacious face, representing knowledge. But this sun--the one over Providence--was doing the metaphorical sun one better, because the founders of the university, in their Baptist pessimism, had chosen to depict the light of knowledge enshrouded by clouds, indicating that ignorance had not yet been dispelled from the human realm, whereas the actual sun was just now fighting its way through cloud cover, sending down splintered beams of light and giving hope to the squadrons of parents, who'd been soaked and frozen all weekend, that the unseasonable weather might not ruin the day's activities.” ― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot
“...and then I said, "I love you" and all he said back was, "I know". "I know"... what does that mean?!” ― Jeffrey Brown, Vader's Little Princess
“yaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnn smack smack smack” ― Jeffrey Brown, Cat Getting Out of a Bag and Other Observations
“How do you know it's love and not obsession?” ― Jeffrey Brown, Clumsy
“I looked over at the dresser and saw a new issue of Zoobooks sitting there.On the cover was an owl. I love owls. Owls are beautiful and fierce. There was an owl right there on the front. A close-up of its face. Two big black eyes, bulbous, shiny, and empty. A brown-and-black feathered face. And its beak. I didn't see its beak. What were those two things coming out of its neck?I stepped closer.And in the lower corner of the cover, in white all-caps sans-serif font: "SPIDERS." I looked back into that face, brown and black fur, two big black eyes, and more eyes, and pincers. And oh god.I screamed. I screamed and I ran. I am still screaming and running from this, only on the inside now.” ― Joseph Fink, The Great Glowing Coils of the Universe
“Red-bellied hummingbirds and hard-beaked toucans banked in the mist rising up in wet clouds. The air shook around jagged rock columns that thrust from swirling water thrown white from brown waves. The scent of the muddy river mixed with the ripe jungle smells of rotting leaves and flowers.” ― Jeffrey Marcus Oshins, 12: A Novel About the End of the Mayan Calendar
“To go back to Brown, a concern the United States government had was definitely part of the picture. At that time, we were in a Cold War with the Soviet Union, and the State Department filed a brief in Brown v. Board urging the Court to end what was basically apartheid in America. It said, we are being embarrassed constantly by the Soviet Union charging that the United States is a racist society. Please, Court, help us to end that era.” ― Jeffrey Rosen, Conversations with RBG: Ruth Bader Ginsburg on Life, Love, Liberty, and Law
“Areli kicked her dragon upwards and followed Aquilina and Fides through the lanterns and rock, out into clean mountain air. Aquilina had picked only the two, whom she said were hands down the greatest riders on the team, to ride with her. Areli didn’t know how to respond to that, except to turn red and cover her mouth with surprise. And now she was flying, not in an arena, but in free air, a privilege given to only the best professional riders.They flew over the city. The buildings looked like small blocks and the carriages looked like gold-colored ants roaming about. The sweep of the cool air was refreshing against Areli’s face.They flew over the trees leading to Emperor Abhiraja’s forest, which looked like nothing but a tossed salad from their view. And then they were over Emperor Abhiraja’s trees. Back at the boarding facility, before they left, Aquilina told them there was only one rule if they were to ride with her . . . keep up.Aquilina veered down towards the trees. Fides took after her and Areli followed. Areli sat hard into her seat and pulled the reins to her right. She leaned her leg into Kaia’s left shoulder and held on tight to the saddle horn. Kaia leaned her body and they knifed through the air. Areli shifted her legs and hands, chasing after Fides and Aquilina.They slipped through a tiny gap in the tops of the massive trees. Areli saw the red of Fidelja’s dragon ahead of her, and then it disappeared. She saw shades of brown and green coming up fast. Areli pulled on the reins, keeping her hands light, and sunk into the seat, leveling off their descent into the forest.She immediately started kicking Kaia forward as she saw Fides dragon’s tail wrap past a tree. Areli commanded Kaia in a way she never had before. Using every skill she ever learned, she cued Kaia right, then left, then into a roll to get through two narrowly placed trees, and then up, always following the blur of red in front of her.They came out above the trees again and then they swooped back down. This time it was into the Columns of Abhi. They curved around the large rock structures like a knife full of butter caressing a freshly baked roll. Areli didn’t think she could feel this exhilarated. But there was something utterly breathtaking about flying without walls, without spectators or trainers. This was true freedom, according to Areli. Freedom from homework, freedom from fears, freedom from worries. This was the place where she could be . . . just to be.” ― Jeffrey Johnson, The Column Racer
“I don't need you making me feel like an evil person every time I do something. I gave up smoking weed for you and that's a pretty big thing. I can't hold your hand 24 hours a day. Can't hold you 24 hours a day. Can't kiss you 24 hours a day. Can't have sex 24 hours a day.” ― Jeffrey Brown, Clumsy
“TEN GREATEST ENGLISH POETS Chaucer, Spenser, Shakespeare, Milton, Burns, Wordsworth, Keats, Shelley, Tennyson, Browning. TEN GREATEST ENGLISH ESSAYISTS Bacon, Addison, Steele, Macaulay, Lamb, Jeffrey, De Quincey, Carlyle, Thackeray and Matthew Arnold.” ― Joseph Devlin, How to Speak and Write Correctly
“That was in June, fish-fly season, when each year our town is covered bythe flotsam of those ephemeral insects. Rising in clouds from the algae in the polluted lake, they blacken windows, coat cars and street amps,plaster the municipal docks and festoon the rigging of sailboats, always in the same brown ubiquity of flying scum.” ― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
