[the Iron Giant is eating one of Dean's sculptures] Dean McCoppin: There are two kinds of metal in this yard: scrap and art. If you gotta eat one of them, eat the scrap. What you currently have - IN YOUR MOUTH! - is ART.
Pai Mei: [in Mandarin] The exquisite art of the samurai sword? Don't make me laugh! You're so-called exquisite art is only fit for Japanese fatheads!
Pappy O'Daniel: Shake a leg Junior! Thank God your mammy died givin' birth. If she'd have seen you, she'd have died o' shame.
Ulysses Everett McGill: I am the only daddy you got! I'm the damn paterfamilias! Wharvey Gal: But you ain't bona fide!
Ulysses Everett McGill: I'm not sure that's Pete. Delmar O'Donnell: Of course it's Pete! Look at him!... We gotta find some kind of wizard to change him back.
Pappy O'Daniel: I'll press your flesh, you dimwitted sumbitch! You don't tell your pappy how to court the electorate. We ain't one-at-a-timin' here. We're MASS communicating!
Delmar O'Donnell: Hey mister! I don't mean to be tellin' tales out of school, but there's a feller in there that'll pay you ten dollars if you sing into his can.
Pappy O'Daniel: Moral fibre? I invented moral fibre! Pappy O'Daniel was displaying rectitude and high-mindedness when that egghead you work for was still messing his drawers!
Art is not ideology. It is completely impossible to explain art on the basis of the homological relation that it is supposed to maintain with the real of history. The aesthetic process decentres the specular relation with which ideology perpetuates i...
Recently, photography has become almost as widely practiced an amusement as sex and dancing – which means that, like every mass art form, photography is not practiced by most people as art. It is mainly a social rite, a defense against anxiety, and...
In 1946 there was no money in art, no dealer galleries, no craft shops. After the war we started to teach art in every school for the first time. Our generation played a crucial role. We were the stepping stones towards today's galleries.
The beauty of the day is the only thing that doesn't fade in time. Day after day, such beauty revives itself.
There is beauty that soothes like the warm kiss of the spring sun upon the cheek, and then there is beauty that terrifies, like the cry of Ozymandias, inviting despair.
Grace is the permanent climate of divine kindness; the perennial infusion of springtime into the winter of bleakness.
This woman is beautiful and clever: but how much cleverer she would have become if she were not beautiful!
Instead of waiting for beauty to show up at your doorstep, create so much beauty within you that it will inevitably overflow in all directions.
Loneliness is like being the only person left alive in the universe, except that everyone else is still here.
Venice is beautiful, but like a Bergman movie is beautiful; you can admire it, but you don't really want to live in it.
The day is ending. It's time for something that was beautiful to turn into something else that is beautiful. Now, Let go.
Australian History: .... does not read like history, but like the most beautiful lies.
You're beautiful to me, Jamie,” I said softly, at last. “So beautiful, you break my heart.
