#al

Silence in the shell of a city, no baby crying, no car honking, no ambulance shrieking, no lovers moaning, no drunks throwing up in the alley, no lights, nothing but wind and rain and snow in its season and rust and a rattling of open doors and carcass smell. It was a possibility like a brain tumor or a scorpion bite. ↗

— Anne Roiphe

#art-and-madness #autobiographical #art

I have never been so calculating as to sing some Barry White song to get a girl. But I do think it's very romantic to cook dinner and sit around the piano at night and sing together. ↗

— John Stamos

#barry #barry white #been #calculating #cook

The day after the assignation with Barstad, the low stacked-heels of Charlotte Neumann, an ordained Episcopalian priest, author of New Art Modalities: Woman/Sin, Sin/Woman, S/in/ister, which, the week before, had broken through the top-10,000 barrier of the Barnes & Noble on-line bestseller list, and who was, not incidentally, the department chairperson, echoed down the hallway and stopped at his door. ↗

— John Sandford

#art

My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#art

Morala constituie pentru arta o primejdie pe care multi o subestimeaza, arta se apropie mai mult de natura, prin cruzimea ei infantila, decat morala, care e creatia spiritului uman matur, impins de nevoia de a pune ordine in viata afectiva si de a tine in frau instinctele. Uneori, ea devine necrutatoare,tinzand la suprimarea totala a instinctelor, ca si cand fara ele fiinta umana ar putea supravietui. ↗

— Marin Preda

#arta #marin-preda #morala #morals #art

What would you think of an engineer who expounded the art of flying without revealing the secrets of the engine and propeller? That's what you do, you engineer of the human soul. Just that. You're a coward. You want the raisins out of my cake but you don't want the thorns of my roses. Haven't you too, little psychiatrist, been cracking silly jokes about me? Haven't you ridiculed me as "the prophet of bigger and better orgasms"? Have you never heard the whimpering of a young wife whose body has been desecrated by an impotent husband? Or the anguished cry of an adolescent bursting with unfulfilled love? Does your security still mean more to you than your patient? How long will you go on valuing your respectability above your medical mission? How long will you refuse to see that your pussyfooting procrastination is costing millions their lives? ↗

— Wilhelm Reich

#fear #inspirational #ridicule #art

A hundred francs! Oh, dear me! It is worth millions of francs, my child. But my -- dealer -- here tells me that in fact a picture is worth only what someone will give for it. How much money do you have?" Julia took out her purse and counted. "Four francs and twenty sous," she said, looking up at him sadly. "Is that all the money you have in the world?" She nodded. "Then four francs and twenty sous it is. ↗

— Iain Pears

#money #perception #subjectivity #value #art

I know I will always be attracted to the unknown as it does often verify what I am or what else I could be. ↗

— Hollace M. Metzger

#hollace-m-metzger #inspirational #interview #literary #quote

You know, when I was in Paris, seeing Linter for the first time, I was standing at the top of some steps in the courtyard where Linter's place was, and I looked across it and there was a little notice on the wall saying it was forbidden to take photographs of the courtyard without the man's permission. [..] They want to own the light! ↗

— Iain Banks

#human-nature #observation #science-fiction #art

This is an old family secret, and I just found this out recently, and it almost broke my heart. My mother said to me, 'I had never told you this, but God, you were an ugly baby'. ↗

— John Stamos

#baby #broke #family #found #god