Quotes About Interpretation

Sometimes writers of no talent at all can write great acting scenes. Sometimes the very best writers can't write scenes that come to life.

I've made this decision not to talk to the press about anything that's gone on in my life, but just to write music about it. They can interpret it themselves.

I have no imagination; I just steal from life and change the color. Then it's a comic book.

Art is the great stimulus to life.

One couldn't carry on life comfortably without a little blindness to the fact that everything has been said better than we can put it ourselves.

Since no one can ever know for certain whether or not his own view of life is the correct one, it is absolutely impossible for him to know if someone else's is the wrong one.

[A writer is] a priest of eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life.

Superstition is the poesy of practical life; hence, a poet is none the worse for being superstitious.

Life is like an analogy.

That's part of the requirement for me to be an artist is that you're trying to share your personal existence with others and trying to illuminate modern life, trying to understand life.

Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it.

My way of photographing is my way of life. I photograph from my experience, my way of seeing things.

If art has a purpose, it is to interpret life, reproduce it in fresh visions.

Most of my life I have played a lot of famous people but most of them were dead so you have a poetic license.

You can give some kind of spark of life to a comic that a photograph doesn't really have. A photograph, even if it's connecting with you, it seems very dead on the page sometimes.

Artists are controlled by the life that beats in them, like the ocean beats on the shore.

Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?

Now life is imitating art.

He said, Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces, and knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.

Life, the raw material, is only lived in potentia until the artist deploys it in his work.

Art is parasitic on life, just as criticism is parasitic on art.

One problem with the work of the New Critics was that their close readings, no matter how brilliant, could not deliver all they seemed to promise.

Art must exist beyond reason.

Somehow, bad news, however ridden with static, however filled with echoes, always manages to be conveyed.