“Comic strip is almost like music on a page that you perform in your mind. It's not just pictures. There's a particular rhythm and structure to it that is unlike anything else. It literally is like music. You hear it in your mind as you read it.” MindParticularPagesStructureRhythmComicComic Strips Author:Chris Ware
“His (Swami Vivekananda) words are great music, phrases in the style of Beethoven, stirring rhythms like the march of Handel choruses. I cannot touch these sayings of his, scattered as they are through the pages of books, at thirty years' distance, without receiving a thrill through my body like an electric shock. And what shocks, what transports, must have been produced when in burning words they issued from the lips of the hero!” YearsHas BeensBookBodyStyleHeroPagesDistanceLipsRhythmBurningPhrasesThirtyShockMarchReceivingElectricThrillTransportThirty YearsStirringGreat MusicChorusHandelVivekanandaElectric Shock Author:Romain Rolland
“I try to make the voice in my head come out onto the page. I try to make it much more conversational than other writing. I speak everything, so if something sounds right I write it. It's more about sound and the rhythm of speech than written language.” IfsWritingTryingSpeakLanguageSoundVoiceWrittenSpeechPagesRhythmWritten LanguageVoices In My Head Author:James Frey
“When you're writing TV or movies your vernacular is time, it's all based on rhythms, a character takes a beat or two characters have a moment, like everything is about time. And when you're writing a comic, everything is about space. It's how many panels to put on a page, when should you do a full page splash, what is the detail that you see in any particular image.” ShouldWritingTwoMomentsCharacterSpaceParticularTvsPagesBeatsDetailsRhythmComicVernacular Author:Eric Kripke
“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.” WayLoveBeautifulRomanceSidesGayQuietPagesGreenRoseGoldenRhythmProseRidingBetrayedKnightsHeartedIlluminationOld FriendsSeemingSlippingMost RomanticBeautiful FriendshipPerhaps Love Book:CHRISTMAS & NEW YEAR™S TALES (Holiday Classics Series): Including Anne Shirley Series Source: CHRISTMAS & NEW YEAR™S TALES (Holiday Classics Series): Including Anne Shirley Series