From 17 to 21, I was obsessed by sport and art. In art, I loved the pre-Raphaelites and Rembrandt first. Then I discovered Salvador Dali, and it was like finding something I already knew.
I think that that's why artists make art - it is difficult to put into words unless you are a poet. What it takes is being open to the flow of universal creativity. The Zen artists knew this.
I do quite a lot of art, with a small 'a'. I guess that is how I was dredged up, with paints and crayons. Even when I was at nursery, I knew instinctively how to mix colours, how to make purple or orange.
This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: 'At the time, no one knew what was coming.
Men knew better than they realized, when they placed the abode of the gods beyond the reach of gravity.
The wind held the door open for me, and I appreciated it. Who knew the breeze was such a southern gentleman?
Because you believed In yourself Your tiny self Because you knew There is no greater accomplishment Than making someone love you
Maybe we knew each other in another life. Or maybe we were just meant to find each other in this one.
He looked people in the eye not because he was interested in them but because he knew it made them feel that he was interested in them
They knew many things but had no idea why. And strangely this made them more, rather than less, certain that they were right.
No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew it was the greatest of evils.
They called her witch because she knew how to heal herself.
Nobody knew exactly how the zombification process worked, and there were as many different strains as theories.
His priority did not seem to be to teach them what he knew, but rather to impress upon them that nothing, not even... knowledge, was foolproof.
He had been a demon for just two days, but the time when he knew what it was like to be loved seemed to exist in a hazily recalled past, to have been left behind long ago.
This was me before I knew about anything hard, when my whole life was packed lunches and art projects and spelling quizzes.
I knew the woodsy fragrance that accompanied Reed was his natural scent. It was one of the many things that made him hard to resist.
From the earliest days, we knew that it was not possible to do good work with the little children without the help of their parents.
Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew the story it was going to tell her.
She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.
For him and his brother, he now knew, that music was real. Becuase all you had to do, really, was be willing to use your imagination. And listen.
