Quotes About Art

It was all I could think about. Even as I slept, I dreamt of creating beautiful things.

There is no greater sin against the spirit of true art, no more contemptible dilettanism than to use artistic license as a specious cover for ignorance of fact.

The theatre infects the audience with its noble ecstasy.

It is not enough to discover the secret of a play, its thought and feelings—the actor must be able to convert them into living terms.

The actor does not live, he plays. He remains cold toward the object of his acting but his art must be perfection.

For the first month of school, writing is its own upper. Pounding on my computer keys feels like playing the piano, like arranging words into harmony that sings back to me.

I'd witnessed how brutal this boy could be—he'd nearly beaten the man to death in front of me. Yet he was now touching my paintings gently, almost reverently. I felt like a spy, like this was a moment I was never supposed to share. It seemed . . . intimate. When he touched the cane, I swore I could feel him aching for those fields, for that rain about to fall.

A hush of expectancy descended in the chamber as all waited to hear the request. What treasure could he want? Laren inventoried in her mind all the precious trappings of the castle she could think of -jewels, weapons, art-and she saw that the others must be doing the same. What did the Sacoridians possess that would be good enough for the Eletian prince? My brother, Graelalea said, requires many pounds of dark chocolate fudge and Dragon Droppings. We must visit the Master of Chocolate.

You do not come to the thee-ator and it will wither your soul. (Madam Leadora Seamstress for the Royal Magnificent Theater)

If you think beauty insipid, you haven't experienced it. Nor is it always devoid of suffering. That's something religious artists have always understood, Michelangelo, Chagall, and Van Gogh, Beethoven, C.S. Lewis, and all the writer's for whom beauty is a gift and a calling.

i'm too fearful of the professors for whom art is only a derivative of philosophical and theoretical trends (The Art of the Novel, 32)

No one can get reall drunk on a novle or a painting, but who can help getting drunk on Beethoven's night, Bartok's Sonata for two Pianos and percussion or the Beatles' White Album? He loved mozart as much as rock. He considered music a liberating force, it liberated him from lonliness, introversion, the dust of the library; it opened the door of hi body and allowed his soul to step out into the world to make friends, He loved to dance an regretted that Sabina did not share his passion

because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion. They are composed like music

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We know that death is the only end of art. A chap who has gone to all the trouble of strangling his wife is entitled to his moment of splendour on the gallows – it is a crime to make him sew mailbags like a common thief.

Destroying the painting was out of the question: my soul is all stained and shagged with sin like a cigarette smoker's moustache but I am quite incapable of destroying works of art. Steal them, yes, cheerfully, it is a mark of respect and love, but destroy them, never.

Pouting is one of those dying arts; Mrs Spon can do it, so can the boy who creates my shirts, but it's almost as rare nowadays as tittering and sniggering.

Memory is the art of forgetting.

Flathead on the mountain. Taking them one at a time, she had the can of brains that belonged to each one opened and the contents spread on the flat head, after which, by means of her arts of sorcery

Mr. Smith was an art-ist, as well as an in-vent-or, and he paint-ed a pic-ture of a riv-er which was so nat-ur-al that, as he was reach-ing a-cross it to paint some flow-ers on the op-po-site bank, he fell in-to the wa-ter and was drowned.

That is the College of Art and Athletic Perfection, replied Ozma. I had it built quite recently, and the Woggle-Bug is its president. It keeps him busy, and the young men who attend the college are no worse off than they were before. You see, in this country are a number of youths who do not like to work, and the college is an excellent place for them.

Yes; but it is Nature's magic, which is more wonderful than any art known to man.

I composed it myself! said the Fiddler Crab. But it's highly classical, I admit. All really great music is an acquired taste.

With the point of his knife he made two round eyes, a three-cornered nose, and a mouth shaped like a new moon.