But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent, Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race. There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life, Yet loathe the banquet w...
Hamlet: Now mother, what's the matter? Gertrude: Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Hamlet: Mother, you have *my* father much offended. Gertrude: Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. Hamlet: Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue! ...
Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? ...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tr...
Inspiration comes from everywhere: books, art, people on the street. It is an interior process for me.
All in the Family was intellectual; it was art.
All art is a confession.
When art wins, everyone wins.
Balance is the enemy of art.
Shapewear is the canvas and the clothes are the art.
Cars for me are like a piece of art.
Food can be expressive and therefore food can be art.
Patience is the art of concealing your impatience.
Wine pricing is an art - like painting.
Recessions are hard on people, but they are not hard on art.
Art is subject to arbitrary fashion.
Art is longer than life.
Art is a sense of magic.
Directing is a tremendous art.
All the arts in America are a gigantic racket run by unscrupulous men for unhealthy women.
A storyteller who provided us with such a profusion of details would rapidly grow maddening. Unfortunately, life itself often subscribes to this mode of storytelling, wearing us out with repetition, misleading emphases and inconsequential plot lines....
In his 1923 review of James Joyce Ulysses, T. S. Eliot focused on one of his generation's recurrent anxieties--the idea that art might be impossible in the twentieth century. The reasons that art seemed impossible are many and complex, but they were ...
