“The music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even the last few notes. She tried to remember, but no sound at all came to her. Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.” HeartLastsRememberLeftSoundHurtTerribleNotesEmptinessRabbitsDetachmentSymphonyNumbnessBlankness Book:The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter Source: The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
“Comics play a trite but lusty tune on the C natural keys of human nature. They rouse the most primitive, but also the most powerful, reverberations in the noisy cranial sound-box of consciousness, drowning out more subtle symphonies. Comics scorn finesse, thereby incurring the wrath of linguistic adepts. They defy the limits of accepted fact and convention, thus amortizing to apoplexy the ossified arteries of routine thought.” HumansBookPlayFactsSoundNaturalPowerfulConsciousnessHuman NatureKeysLimitsBoxesAcceptedComicTunesSubtleMost PowerfulRoutineConventionsPrimitiveComic BookWrathScornDrowningSymphonyNoisyArteriesFinesseReverberationIncurring Author:William Moulton Marston
“Art lives on the mental plane (the real painting is not the set of dry pigments on the canvas nor is a symphony the sequence of sound waves that convey it to our ear) but, as the post-modernists insist, is reinterpreted in new contexts by each appreciator. As for gossip, which includes the vast majority of our thoughts, its essence is its relation to a unique local part of time and space.” ArtRealSoundSpacePaintingUniqueEssenceEarsRelationMathematicsMajorityWaveLocalsPostsPlanesDryGossipCanvasOur ThoughtsTime And SpaceSequenceSymphonyPigmentArt LifeSound Waves Author:David Mumford