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Edward Gibbon, in his classic work on the fall of the Roman Empire, describes the Roman era's declension as a place where "bizarreness masqueraded as creativity. ↗

— Edward Gibbon

#creativity #shock #art

I never look at a painting and ask, "Is this painting fictional or non-fictional?" It's just a painting. ↗

— Scott McClanahan

#fiction #fictional #nonfiction #paintings #art

You desire me. I can scent it on the wind.” He drew in a breath and licked his lips. “I have been waiting for your courage to bring you to me, but I have grown tired of our little game. ↗

— Stella Berkley

#fantasy #shifter #courage

When I'm writing, really writing, everything but breathing is an ignorable distraction. ↗

— Dennis R. Miller

#how-to-write #on-writing #on-writing-fiction #art

On Writing About Nora Hawks I write about a female character to try, in vain, to understand two things: the purpose of life, and women. ↗

— Dennis R. Miller

#female-characters #how-to-write #nora-hawks #on-writing #art

Advertising, an art, is constantly besieged and compromised by logicians and technocrats, the scientists of our profession who wildly miss the main point about everything we do… ↗

— George Lois

#branding-expert #marketing #art

Perversion is just another form of art. It's like painting or drawing or sculpting. Except instead of paint, us perverts use sex as our medium.  ↗

— C.M. Stunich

#erotic #erotic-literature #erotica #excite #form-of-art

Visit the Navy-Yard, and behold a marine, such a man as an American government can make, or such as it can make a man with its black arts, -a mere shadow and reminiscence of humanity, a man laid out alive and standing, and already, as one may say, buried under arms with funeral accompaniments, though it may be, - "Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart were hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot, O'er the grave where our hero we buried. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#humanity #justice #law #soldier #art

La emoción trágica, efectivamente, es una cara que mira en dos direcciones: hacia el terror y hacia la piedad, y ambos son fases de ella. Habrás visto que uso la palabra paraliza. Quiero decir que la emoción trágica es estática. O más bien que la emoción dramática lo es. Los sentimientos excitados por un arte impuro son cinéticos, deseo y repulsión. El deseo nos incita a la posesión, a movernos hacia algo; la repulsión nos incita al abandono, a apartarnos de algo. Las artes que sugieren estos sentimientos, pornográficas o didácticas, no son, por tanto, artes puras. La emoción estética es por consiguiente estática. El espíritu queda paralizado por encima de todo deseo, de toda repulsión. ↗

— James Joyce

#literature #art

I could feel it in my bones, how I missed the heat of my country and the love of my family. ↗

— Tony Perez

#could #country #family #feel #heat