Quotes About Art

Is it really your intention to be a soldier, Morley?" Askell asked. "Wouldn't it make more sense for you to study the softer sciences? Healing, art, and philosophy are all important topics. That's a more typical course of study for those of your station." "My station or my gender, sir?" Rasia said. "You've said Wien House is full of thanelings and dukes. I can think of only one way in which they are different from me.

A good photographer can make you look incredible, even when you're not feeling very sexy.

Dans la stupidité il est un sérieux qui, mieux orienté, pourrait multiplier la somme des chefs-d'oeuvre.

Models of style: the swearword, the telegram, the epitaph.

I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something other than sit on its ass in a museum.

I am for an art that tells you the time of day, or where such and such a street is. I am for an art that helps old ladies across the street.

I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something more than sit on its ass in a museum.

glassblowing?" Noah shook his head. "My

Red is much nicer than blue.

I was aware of doing only a so-so job on the grown-up career front, but I didn't really care, because there were two big exam questions I wanted to be sure I answered fully: the question of art, and the question of love.

All knitterly creation stems from one simple element: yarn. It is the baker's flour, the jeweler's gold, the gardener's soil. Yarn is creation, consolation, and chaos all spun together into one perfect ball.

Nothing is a stronger cultural lightning rod than two needles and a ball of yarn. But

And really, does anybody believe that Michelangelo just decided to carve the David one day and went out and bought a slab of marble?

My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art.

I write very simple and very naked. That's why it wounds. I'm a grey and blue landscape. I rise in a dry fountain and in the cold light.

To write you I first cover myself with perfume.

No, no es fácil escribir. Es duro como partir rocas. Pero saltan chispas y astillas como aceros pulidos.

Understand me: I write you an onomatopoeia, convulsion of language.

Hers is an art that makes us want to know the woman; she is a woman who makes us want to know her art.

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive.» I'm alive. But I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? ... And madly I take control of the recesses of myself, my ravings suffocate me with so much beauty. I am before, I am almost, I am never. And all of this I won when I stopped loving you. I write to you as an exercise in sketching before painting. I see words.

As for music, where does it go? The only concrete thing in music is the instrument.

when art is good it is because it touched upon the inexpressive, the worst art is expressive, that art which trangresses the piece of iron and the piece of glass, and the smile, and the scream.

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme beauty and intimate beauty is within it.

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme and intimate beauty is within it.