Quotes About Artistry

Ballet is always about the realm of possibilities, the realm of what the human body can do, what the human spirit can do. And it's about listening, it's about listening to remarkable music and how we respond to that.

My attitude these days is, if you write a bad song, what are they gonna do, throw you in songwriter jail?

You can be taught to write – you can't be taught to be an artist

The woman in front of him seemed like the work of an artist who had taken the few lines that sketched out a teenager and added color and shape to create a full portrait.

We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us—and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand in its breeches pocket. Poetry should be great & unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be the truth.

One night I was layin' down, I heard Papa talkin' to Mama, I heard Papa say to let that boy boogie-woogie. 'Cause it's in him and it's got to come out.

To have the chance to see your music be elevated and to have almost universally positive response to that music, makes me feel better every day. I feel more confident and inspired, and that's fun.

The beauty of it is when you can just show up and hit the notes.

Sophistication is the craft of subtlety that goes noticed.

You can be a mason and build 50 buildings, but it doesn't mean you can design one.

So what are violinists? Well, I think they're really sensitive, and kind of deep.

I scientifically engineer my music to be as accessible as possible.

Hopefully people can see my music is tethered to my brain.

Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah

Alison Krauss, Lauryn Hill, Norah Jones. She added vintage Billie Holiday, Nina Simone, Carole King. She rounded it out with some edge: Fiona Apple, Courtney Love, Alanis Morissette.

He only cared about his own poetry.

The thing that willed up inside me wasn't words, exactly. It was…notes, music. A pattern of sounds, or perhaps it would be more accurate to liken it to the recalled memory of sounds, arranged into a pleasing and harmonious whole. As Singer had described it-a song.

For a moment, Garrett permitted herself a frown at the waste of talent, though she could not say if it was because of the artistry was wasted on a maid, or because an artist was wasted as one.

In the souls of the craftsmen who carved this mine, utility was no excuse for a thing to be anything but beautiful.

He coded like some people danced, glitter-eyed concentration and confident grace and never a hesitation.

Welcome, poets. Welcome, bards.

I've never written the things I'd like to write that I've admired all my life. Maybe one never does.

Nothing arrives on paper as it started, and so much arrives that never started at all. To write is always to rave a little, even if one did once know what one meant.