#view

I am looking at it from the point of view of a harried user, which I am, and I believe that I am much more like the typical non-technical harried user than I am like the people who smoothly operate everything. ↗

— Ted Nelson

#believe #everything #harried #i #i am

A man's thinking goes on within his consciousness in a seclusion in comparison with which any physical seclusion is an exhibition to public view. ↗

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

#comparison #consciousness #exhibition #goes #his

Any device in science is a window on to nature, and each new window contributes to the breadth of our view. ↗

— Cecil Frank Powell

#breadth #contributes #device #each #nature

I might just stop talking again and not do interviews. ↗

— Prince

#i #interviews #just #might #stop

Ideally a painter (and, generally, an artist) should not become conscious of his insights: without taking the detour through his conscious reflection, his progressive steps, mysterious even to himself, should enter so swiftly into the work that he is unable to recognize them in the moment of transition. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#art #creation #creativity #perception #self-knowledge

Yes, but I view Frank's music as fully composed. In other words, the arrangements can work for any idiom such as a rock band or an orchestra. Frank was a brilliant arranger and could make his music work in any context. He proved that tour after tour and album after album. ↗

— Dweezil Zappa

#album #any #arrangements #arranger #band

The House Beautiful is, for me, the play lousy. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#review #the-new-yorker #beauty

His plate was full but his fists sat motionless like two dark quartz stones on either side of it. ↗

— Flannery O'Connor

#beautiful #beauty

Defence was an afterthought, prompted by necessity; and its introduction as a State function, though effected doubtless with a view to the strengthening of the State, was really and in principle the initiation of the State's destruction. ↗

— Benjamin Tucker

#defence #destruction #doubtless #effected #function

I saw the great sparkling orbs of his eyes, the tiny red veins that reached for the dark centers, that warm hand burning my cold hunger as he guided me to a chair. And then all around me I saw faces blazing, faces rising in the smoke of the lamps, in the shimmer of the burning stove, a wonderland of colors on canvases surrounding us beneath the small, sloped roof, a blaze of beauty that pulsed and throbbed. ↗

— Anne Rice

#beauty