Quotes About Art

Kathe was a member of the Sackler family, a prominent New York philanthropic dynasty. A few years earlier, Forbes magazine had listed the Sacklers as one of the twenty wealthiest families in the United States, with an estimated fortune of some $14 billion, "edging out storied families like the Busches, Mellons and Rockefellers." The Sackler name adorned art museums, universities, and medical facilities around the world.

You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way.

Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... but there are other ways to understanding.

A poet is a musician who can't sing.

Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself

Words cannot always do the work we need them to. Music is there for when words fail us.

Recuerda esto, hijo mío, aunque olvides todo lo demás: un poeta es un músico que no sabe cantar. Las palabras tienen que encontrar la mente de un hombre si pretenden llegar a su corazón, y la mente de algunos hombres es lamentablemente pequeña. La música llega al corazón por pequeña o acérrima que sea la mente de quien la escucha.

Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer.

Utilizar palabras para hablar de palabras es como utilizar un lápiz para hacer un dibujo de ese lápiz sobre ese mismo lápiz. Imposible. Desconcertante. Frustrante.

He laid a hand on my shoulder. "Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating." He lifted his hands high above his head as if stretching for the sky. "But there are other ways to understanding!" he shouted, laughing like a child. He threw both arms to the cloudless arch of sky above us, still laughing. "Look!" he shouted tilting his head back. "Blue! Blue! Blue!

Poetry is a song without music. A song without music is like a body without a soul.

La música existe para cuando nos fallan las palabras. (Kvothe)

Las palabras no siempre pueden hacer el trabajo para el que las necesitamos. La música existe para cuando nos fallan las palabras

Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician's curse.

Asking to hold a musician's instrument is roughly similar to asking to kiss a man's wife. Nonmusicians don't understand. An instrument is like a companion and a lover.

Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating.

Poetry is a song without music," I said loftily. "A song without music is like a body without a soul.

La música se explica por sí sola. Es el camino y el mapa que enseña el camino. Es ambas cosas a la vez.

La poesía es una canción sin música. Y una canción sin música es como un cuerpo sin alma.

It looked as if an alchemist had distilled a dozen swords, and when the crucible had cooled this was lying in the bottom: a sword in its pure form.

Dormida era el cuadro de un incendio. Despierta era el fuego mismo.

If you make art, and you're not trying to make the world a better place, then what the fuck are you doing?!

Mit Worten über Worte sprechen zu wollen, das ist, als würde man versuchen, mit einem Bleistift eben diesen Bleistift zu zeichnen, und zwar auf dem Bleistift sebst. Unmöglich. Verwirrend. Frustrierend.

Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was fire itself.