Fundamentally, all art is about human beings. You're always showing larger moral questions through the smaller moral, philosophical, or political choices through one character in the book.
I am always rethinking how art is perceived and received, questioning our relationship to art. That's always been a constant.
Great sci-fi has never shied from tackling the Big Questions, though really great sci-fi never forgets to entertain us along the way. Shock and awe applies to art, as well.
...I don't want to mar the moment with questions. By not asking too much, you can believe in almost anything.
Question for your life: If Ted Kennedy made it to heaven, do you think he’s pleased with the fact that Jesus can turn water into wine?
Question for your life: If love existed an octave above where your vocal range ended, would you buy a dog whistle to get my attention?
Question for your life: If there were a fountain machine that dispensed destruction instead of soda, would you grab an extra large cup?
Question for your life: If the man of your dreams existed in two dimensions only, would you try to print duplicates of him?
Question for your life: If Socrates had a clone, would he advise that clone to know thy self, or to know myself, with myself in this case being himself?
Oh, here we go, firing questions right and left. I sort of missed that part. [Mina's most endearing trait?]
To have reservations is to show true leadership. To have certainty without question, to lead people to battle with no qualms, or to prosecute without hesitation are qualities of a tyrant.
The innocence of such children doesn't answer our deepest questions about this vale of tears to which we are condemned, but it helps to dispel them. That is the secret to family life.
Just when the question of how to live had become clearer to him, a new insoluble problem presented itself - Death.
Surely only boring people went in for conversations consisting of questions and answers. The art of true conversation consisted in the play of minds.
It is important that students bring a certain ragamuffin, barefoot irreverence to their studies; they are not here to worship what is known, but to question it.
When God saw fit to bestow such a gift, a man with any sense didn’t ask questions.
And if sometimes, late at night in bed, I questioned whether or not I truly was insane, I told myself that it didn't matter. I was too happy to care.
She stretched, pulling out her earbuds, which apparently in Lykae was code for 'Interogate me,' because the questions, they came a-calling.
Question: You’re 21-years-old, a young adult writing mature adult literary fiction. Imaj: Yes, I feel creativity is an ageless thing.
The silence was pregnant with noise, with muted fury, with questions the father found too disgusting to frame and with answers to which the son was incapable of giving voice.
The wrong answer is the right answer to a different question.
