There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. (“I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings”)
I always think it is the simple things in life that bring us the most joy: Playing together, chatting to your friends at school, eating meals together, and listening to each other’s stories.
A fellow who’s a good artist, but isn’t good at telling a story in this form … in continuity form … can’t really work for us. Unless we get somebody to do the layouts for him and he just follows the layouts. We’ve done that in the past.
I love telling stories. I love inspiring kids or providing them with tools that are going to help them.
The computer can’t tell you the emotional story. It can give you the exact mathematical design, but what’s missing is the eyebrows.
That idea of Wakanda was written in the 1960s so again this story is, you know, uh, we’re just trying to fulfil the needs of this story and if Wakanda hasn’t been conquered and other people haven’t got in, then you have to ask yourself what it’s been doing. It isn’t like we were trying […]
I have a scar on my right hand, about two inches long. Depending on how I feel I’ll either tell you I was stabbed or I punched a window or I pulled a baby from a burning building.
To be a part of good storytelling. The goal was about that. And nothing threw me off, neither poverty nor discouragement. Nothing threw me off.
I’m primarily a storyteller. As a kid I really wanted to write comics. Comics were fabulous. They were a place you could do things that nobody had ever done before. But I also wanted to make movies. I wanted to make television. I wanted to write novels. What I wanted to do was tell stories.