Quotes About Intensity

Art without accomplishment becomes a form of faith, sustained more by the intensity of its common practice than by the pleasure it gives to its adherents in private.

Music is a savage art, a measured madness.

If there is to be art, if there is to be any aesthetic doing and seeing, one physiological condition is indispensable: frenzy.

I like going crazy. And not just for art - I like extremes in general.

More than any other beauty (though it is true of all beauty except in art) passion seems to me to have the seeds of its own destruction in it.

Acting is like any other art form, in that you have the option to go very big or go very small.

Art doesn't come in measured quantities: it's got to be too much or it's not enough.

The rain is sharp today, as you shock me sane.

I would like to say to those who think of my pictures as serene, whether in friendship or mere observation, that I have imprisoned the most utter violence in every inch of their surface.

Art consists in going the full length. If you start with the drums you have to end with dynamite, or TNT.

I adore art... when I am alone with my notes, my heart pounds and the tears stream from my eyes, and my emotion and my joys are too much to bear.

It's not a British attitude to dedicate yourself to such an extent as he [Wilkinson] does... He is such a dedicated so-and-so who only thinks about booting it over the posts

come back so i can say yes this time do it again now that i know what to call what you did this time i'll be ready i like it rough now and i'm done with romance i never met another man who loved me so much at first sight he had to hurt me to do it

I didn't realize it was possible to obsess over a girl as much as you can over a boy.

I was silenced by a bone-shattering roar. Turning, I saw a huge, dark bear lurching over the top of a snow-drift. It landed heavily, shook its snout, snarled, fixed its gaze on me — then lunged, teeth flashing, claws exposed, hell-bent on tearing me apart!

caterwauling

We rutted like cats.

I said: You don't want to pick a fight with me, Mimi. She looked at me as if she were going to say I love you, and asked: Is that a threat?

I don't get away soon I'll be going blood-simple like the natives.

His eyes burned yellowly.

Margaret's throat had some swollen thing in it. Fog blurred everything but the charging red face. An unvoiced whimper shook her breast. She wanted to run to him as to a lover. She wanted to run from him as from a ravisher. She stood very still in her doorway, smiling demurely with dry, hot mouth.

Auto racing is boring except when a car is going at least 172 miles per hour upside down.

Goddamn sometimes I only want this feeling to stay and last.

I was feeling everything too much. Everything pulled at my eyes. I spent hours floating in pools.