When I sit down to begin penciling a page, most of the hard work for me is done. I can concentrate solely on my art from that point on, which is the fun part!
The wonderful thing about a book is that you have a canvas that is 300 pages wide, and it's all free space. You can make a piece of art as big as you want and whatever shape you want.
He was conscious of nothing except the blankness of the page in front of him, the itching of the skin above his ankle, the blaring of the music, and a slight booziness caused by the gin.
Expecting to receive a rebuke, her heart lifted when she read the words on the page, “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.
In the post-Warhol era a single gesture such as uncrossing one's legs will have more significance than all the pages in War and Peace.
If you don't feel loved maybe the outward trappings like weddings and wedding rings become important? (Page 567)
He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.
I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.
You are the author of your lives book. While there may be fixed chapters ahead, you choose how to fill the pages within each one.
Revenge is the sweetest of all human experiences, its sweetness stays forver. Page 41. THE SCALPEL – GAME BENEATH (
For a moment I was distracted. Books always did that to me... I liked the creamy pages, the smell of ink, all the secrets locked inside.
I generally give the title-page a fair chance," Roger said. "Once can't always judge books merely by the cover.
For Arthur, words gathered in waterfall thoughts that spilled off the page into the pools of imaginaton collecting in his head.
Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.
Kalau suatu negara seperti Amerika mau menguasai samudra dan dunia, dia mesti rebut Indonesia lebih dahulu buat sendi kekuasaan. (Pendahuluan - Melihat ke muka page 35-36)
I'm afraid that surprise, shock, and regret is the fate of authors when they finally see themselves on the page.
Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.
Every word Martone sets down, finally, a choice that limits the universe, their trail across the page a fossil record of some life's life-story.
Had records so stellar, they had to lock their resumes in a drawer at night, so the golden light streaming from the pages wouldn't keep them awake.
Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.
In any of my pages in any of my books may life a perfect account of my secret experience of the world.
