#art

Grace: The idea was immediately unbearable, only because I wanted it to be true so badly it hurt ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#grace

What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#women

For me, the camera is a sketch book, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity. ↗

— Henri Cartier-Bresson

#camera #photography #artists

An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#writing #artists

Who are you, Zane?" Zane cocked his head. "I'm an artist. I'm a geek." He felt Ty smile. "I am one badass motherfucker on a motorcycle." Ty began to laugh. Zane dipped his head until they were staring into each other's eyes. "And I'm yours. ↗

— Abigail Roux

#artists

I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumours to my dogs. ↗

— Andy Warhol

#gossip #party #social-disease #artists

I am a person before I am anything else. I never say I am a writer. I never say I am an artist...I am a person who does those things. ↗

— Edward Gorey

#work #artists

Emerald green eyes studied us from a face that could have been sculpted by one of the classical artists I so admired. Shocked, I dismissed the comparison as soon as it popped into my head. This was a vampire, after all. It was ridiculous to admire him the way I would some hot human guy. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #artists

Why am I good to you?” he repeated, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. “Because I can see you are broken. And I want nothing more than to put you back together. ↗

— Karina Halle

#artists

Conform, go crazy, or become an artist. ↗

— Nancy Springer

#originality #artists