I’m sexually attracted to statues made out of decomposing food. Is it normal to be hungry during intercourse?

Our biological rhythms are the symphony of the cosmos, music embedded deep within us to which we dance, even when we can’t name the tune.

Merlin seeks assistance from Pigwiggen, the only one of Arthur’s knights who is also a fairy, and they unite their enchantments to move the British Court to Turkestan. Lively end to Act One.

When nothing else is left, art will become the truth of the time. Then people will get to the nineteenth and twentieth centuries and wonder what happened—how we all became so imperfect.

I grow weary of the loveThat lasts for a nightWhen it should be thereThe next sunrise

Maybe you are a poet and a dreamer, but don’t you realize that those two species are extinct now?

I tell you, you will not see the new beauty and the truth, until you make up your minds to spit.

The modern artist is working with space and time and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.

First rule of restorations. Never do what you can’t undo.

Every time when you think,Think about every first 20 seconds of your best Moments in your life time.

Lines that are drawn makes merely drawings which is Art separated from Life.

I don’t want these. They’re mud and they’ve got no color. Or at least the color is different from what I’m used to. Take any American city, in autumn, or in winter, when the light...

Like many people who dress in black, the lump of coal was interested in becoming an artist.

The knowledge an artist possesses is an advanced form of daydreaming.

You break through the veil whenever you strap on a sword or chant the ancient verses. You escape when you write a poem or a tale that brings beauty into the world. You are set...

Distraction leaches the authenticity out of our communications. When we are not emotionally present, we are gliding over the surface of our interactions and we never tangle in the depths where the nuances of our...

Art is ment to travel from your heart to your head and out through your fingers…

to look at a work of art and then to make a judgement as to whether or not it is art, and whether or not it is Christian, is presumptuous.

Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.

She was never going to seek gainful employment again, that was for certain. She’d remain outside the public sector. She’d be an anarchist, she’d travel with jaguars. She was going to train herself to be...

The BlessingHeads are covered by the Tallit, or prayer shawl; hands are extended out with the fingers splayed to form the shape of the letter Shin, the first letter in the word Shaddai, a name...

I abhor the supreme folly of those who blame the disciples of nature in defiance of those masters who were themselves her pupils

he best thing to do is to loosen my grip on my pen and let it go wandering about until it finds an entrance. There must be one – everything depends on the circumstances, a...

Dignity is not a symbol bestowed on man, nor does the word itself possess force. Man’s dignity is a force and the only modus vivendi by which man and his history survive. When mid-twentieth century...

All the products of one period have something in common; the artists who illustrate the poetry of their generation are the same artists who are employed by the big financial houses. And nothing reminds me...

There’s a point at which when I start to know a man well–this isn’t true of women–I wonder whether there’s something in him that’s evil. Something that’s pure and can’t be touched. This quality of...

A poet has to be a bit childlike at heart, and in that sense all the romantic stereotypes about poets being “eternal children”, etc, are all accurate. They believe, whatever they may say, that art...

Art is a deception that creates real emotions – a lie that creates a truth. And when you give yourself over to that deception, it becomes magic.

Art arises when the secret vision of the artist and the manifestation of nature agree to find new shapes.

Art is a process, not a product.

I just want your voice aimed at me again. I want to absorb the direction of your eyes…

He remembered that in the art books he had leafed through at Leader’s, many paintings depicted death. A severed head on a platter. A battle, and the ground strewn with bodies. Swords and spears and...

Here is what I was trying to figure out: how a miracle happens. A great work of art — something that makes people pay attention, return to the work again and again, and reexamine their...

The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.

Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don’t start measuring her limbs.

He said, it’s rather like your voice. You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven’t any choice. But it’s what you say that counts. It’s what distinguishes all great art...

His whole being, his whole life was awakened in one instant, as if youth returned to him, as if the extinguished sparks of talent blazed up again. The blindfold suddenly fell from his eyes. God!...

They all know the truth, that there are only three subjects worth talking about. At least here in these parts,” he says, “The weather, which, as they’re farmers, affects everything else. Dying and birthing, of...

I think a lot of the reason we’re doing wearable art is because of Karma.

The present is only faced in any generation by the artist.

Literature, although it stands apart by reason of the great destiny and general use of its medium in the affairs of men, is yet an art like other arts. Of these we may distinguish two...

I am so glad that you have never done anything, never carved a statue, or painted a picture, or produced anything outside of yourself! Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music....

He expected pages and pages of bright pictures of pancakes of every variety shown in plain stacks, or built into castles or bridges or igloos, or shaped like airplanes or rowboats or fire engines. And...

We must do our work for its own sake, not for fortune or attention or applause.

Finesse and refinement are admirable qualities, but they are not the artist’s ultimate goals; and, indeed, they can stand in the way of those goals.

[…] Everyone tries to make his life a work of art. We want love to last and we know that it does not last; even if, by some miracle, it were to last a whole...

Anyone can put paint on a canvas, but only a true master can bring the painting to life. Anyone can kill, but only a genius can make murder an art.

I have always thought that great artists were those who dared to confer the right of beauty on things so natural that people say on seeing them, “Why did I never realize before that that...

Some say art is our highest form of hope. . . . Perhaps it’s our only hope.

It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.