I once had a drinking contest with an artist on his yacht... It amused him as I took shot after shot, and I realized that this was the reason he'd invited us, his amusement. Looking back, I thought he didn't expect we'd have anything to say, that my ...
No purer artist exists or has ever existed than a child freed to imagine. [...] To drive children into labour is to slaughter artists, to scour deathly all wonder, the flickering dart of imagination eager as finches flitting from branch to branch –...
We walked the length of Jackson Square, stopping to look at the work of a couple of artists who'd set up their sidewalk shops for the day. "Look." Eugenie stopped in front of an acrylic painting of a mustached man with curly dark hair, hooded eyes, a...
Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought ...
Know Thyself, a wise old Greek once said. Know Thyself. Now what does this mean, boys and girls? It means, be what you are. Don't try to be Sally or Johnny or Fred next door; be yourself. God doesn't want a tree to be a waterfall, or a flower to be a...
That kind of thinking [that writers must alleviate their guilt for leading a creative life] is based on the idea that the creative life is somehow self-indulgent. Artists and writers have to understand and live the truth that what we are doing is nou...
Snow-melt in the stream: Mama Nature turning winter's storms into nourishment for the soil, fecundity, and beauty. This is what I must now learn to do with the stormy weather I've been passing through: turn it into beauty, turn it into art, so new li...
Always dream big and dare to believe!
As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real
Real is better, The truth is better. Painful but better.
The real sadness of fifty is not that you change so much but that you change so little.
I have a real no-nonsense dad who taught me how to be resilient at a very young age.
Real popular culture is folk art - coalminers' songs and so forth.
What good were real feelings anyway?
... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.
The real satanist is not quite so easily recognized as such
The real in us is silent; the acquired is talkative.
Most stories are based on something real.
Faith is simply whatever is real to us.
Real inspiration are not people, but their stories.
I'm ready for something private, private and real
