That’s sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something…real.” Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. “Real love, real friends, real body parts…
Bye-bye. I'm off on a journey to the real world. 'Cause within this meta-reality what's is this - my death.
The Romney candidacy is better than it was four years ago, but it's not clear that it's good. Mitt needs to get good real fast: A real speech, real plan, real responses, and real fire in the belly.
If you put a real leaf and a silk leaf side by side, you'll see something of the difference between Homer's poetry and anyone else's. There seem to be real leaves still alive in the 'Iliad,' real animals, real people, real light attending everything.
Lesser artists borrow, great artists steal.
Once you're a Motown artist, you're always a Motown artist.
Every artist is an artist, and every heartbeat is a heartbeat.
If beef is your idea of 'real food for real people', you'd better live real close to a real good hospital.
I think there are very few people who have a real style, a real personality, and real beauty.
Racism is unacceptable in the real world, and it's unacceptable online.
I just wasn't academic. I wanted to be in the real world.
You need to be real enough to be believable, but you don't necessarily have to be real enough to be real. There is a distinction.
Money means nothing to a real man.
Shakespeare lets us see real people undergoing real processes, with real feelings.
It is the poet and philosopher who provide the community of objectives in which the artist participates. Their chief preoccupation, like the artist, is the expression in concrete form of their notions of reality. Like him, they deal with the verities...
The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.
As artists, we have to be brave. If we aren't brave, we aren't artists.
It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art, or his art, or the artist part of him, than in him. After which let them take tea together three times a week.
Artistic qualities that once seemed undeniable don't seem so now. Sometimes these fluctuations are only fickleness of taste, momentary glitches in an artist's work, or an artist getting ahead of his audience (it took me ten years to catch up to Alber...
But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent.
The artist’s task is to save the soul of mankind; and anything less is a dithering while Rome burns. Because of the artists, who are self-selected, for being able to journey into the Other, if the artists cannot find the way, then the way cannot be...
