Quotes from Jonathan Smith

Art was art, humans were humans, but art was best when it was human.

On fine days he knew she was painting in her hut so he tried to avoid that high part of the headland, that part where his heart lay.

You cannot keep someone else's love warm, you cannot love by proxy.

I am not sure," he said to the moon and the sea and his cigarette, "I am not at all sure how much I can take of this.