Quotes About Criticism

You want to feel that you can do something creative that you love without being picked apart and mutilated for other people's pleasure.

You know what, despite my complaints about The Phantom Menace and Episode II, when Episode III comes out I'll be first in line. I genuinely love it.

Green Day is politically brain-dead but I love the little monkeys.

Who mocks at music mocks at love.

A lot of wonderful people love their country and hate the military.

I love Ray Mears. He's brilliant. He's so rude about me in the press, it's outrageous!

I arose and spoke substantially as follows: ... I love the government and the constitution of the United States, but I do not love the damned rascals who administer the government.

I have one rave New York Times review framed next to a flop Los Angeles Times review. And it's for the same show. These people watched the same show. That's what happens. They love it, they hate it.

I love the press; I even like the people that don't like me. If it wasn't for those people, no one would know who I was and I wouldn't have a gig.

The critics love to get out their knives and dine on Coverdale. But the worse the criticism gets, the more successful I become.

I love reviews. Anybody who tells you they don't read reviews is a liar.

The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with no stoicism and some ambition, care more for my poems than for my poetic reputation.

Our self-love can less bear to have our tastes than our opinions condemned.

No matter what you do, 10% of the population will not like you.

Cynicism places the cynic at the center seat of judgement with the self appointed authority to criticize and condemn.

If you have to criticize, do it with deep understanding and love.

He pointed out the negatives in any situation—and in her. Trying to fulfill someone like that was exhausting, because there were negatives in every situation.

A lot of that criticism stems from jealousy, don't you agree? People have a hard time accepting someone who soars so high. Someone who dares to break all the rules.

Hardbody." McDermott nods in agreement. "Definitely." "I'm not impressed," Price sniffs. "Look at her knees." While the hardbody stands there we check her out, and though her knees do support long, tan legs, I can't help noticing that one knee is, admittedly, bigger than the other one. The left knee is knobbier, almost imperceptibly thicker than the right knee and this unnoticeable flaw now seems overwhelming and we all lose interest.

Everyone has to be the same, and have the same reactions to any given work of art, or movement or idea, and if you refuse to join the chorus of approval you will be tagged a racist or a misogynist. This is what happens to a culture when it no longer cares about art.

Do you know what a fucking loser you are?

But maybe I was more like Lena Dunham on her TV series Girls, which examined her own generation with a caustic, withering eye yet also remained supportive. And this is crucial: you can be both. In order to be an artist, to raise yourself above the overreacting fear-based din in which criticism is considered elitist, you need to be both.

The feminist reaction to Playboy seemed unfair because our options pre-internet were so severely limited—maybe a couple issues of a magazine per month—that to apply moral criticism to our desires seemed cruel.

I poked fun at rich friends growling about the unfairness of the Electoral College over a dinner at Spago that cost thousands of dollars, and took Meryl Streep to task for her outraged anti-Trump speech at the Golden Globes the same week she'd put her Greenwich Village townhouse on the market for thirty million dollars.