Quotes About Artistry

Podría compararse este tipo de obra con un puro trabajo manual que debe cubrir cierta cantidad de espacio en un tiempo determinado, o con una larga ruta con un gran número de etapas. Cuando se ha completado una etapa, no hay que volver a hacerla; y cuando se ha recorrido la ruta entera, el artista se libra del cuadro.

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Il n'existe que trois êtres respectables: le prêtre, le guerrier, le poète. Savoir, tuer et créer.

writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.

Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.

it does seem the more we drink the better the words go.

Somebody at one of these places asked me: What do you do? How do you write, create? You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like it's looks, you make a pet out of it.

I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.

but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.

I never write in the daytime. It's like running through the shopping mall with your clothes off. Everybody can see you. At night… that's when you pull the tricks… magic.

Shakespeare never did this.

Style is important. Many people scream the truth but without style it is helpless.

God, I thought, what about the writer? The writer was the blood and bones and brains (or lack of same) in these creatures. The writer made their hearts beat, gave them words to speak, made them live or die, anything he wanted. And where was the writer? Who ever photographed the writer? Who applauded? But just as well and damn sure just as well: the writer was where he belonged: in some dark corner, watching.

Well, I asked him. I said, 'Master, what can I do to make my work better?'" "No shit?" "No shit." "What'd he say?" "He said, 'I can't tell you anything about your work. You must do it all by yourself.'" "Ha.

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We select and set aside as literature that which is original, the product of what we call genius.

A young woman sang a solo in front of a large audience. Her vocal technique was splendid, her intonation excellent, her range significant. Coincidentally, the man who had written the piece of music she sang was sitting in the audience. When the young woman finished, the person sitting beside the composer leaned over and said, "Well, what do you think of her?" Softly the composer responded, "She will be really great when something happens to break her heart.

But on the stage I feel—I don't quite know how to say it. When I sing, it is as natural as breathing, and at that moment I have no care at all what others may think. And I forget that I have no family, because I'm wrapped up in my work. I bet you know what that feels like, to be all wrapped up in your work." "I do indeed," said Holmes. "It is the only reward one can be sure of.

When one considers the multitude of unsung of every race, ethnicity, gender, perhaps toiling away in obscurity, their work thrown out after their deaths by philistine relatives and vulgarian landlords, one must weep. And one does.

A novel rough draft is like bread dough; you need to beat the crap out of it for it to rise.

Ray Bradbury said it best: "Your intuition knows what it wants to write, so get out of the way.

'Just What I Am' took me all of 10 minutes to make. 'Immortal' maybe took 30 minutes. It's not hard for me. 'Indicud' is almost what my first album should have sounded like, had I really been able to channel all of the ideas I had into music.