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Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a read more
Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a mouse waltzes.
The studio, a room to which the artist consigns himself for life, is naturally important, not only as workplace, but read more
The studio, a room to which the artist consigns himself for life, is naturally important, not only as workplace, but as a source of inspiration. And it usually manages, one way or another, to turn up in his product.
The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid read more
The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid of value if it does not offer the hardness, the rigidity, the regularity, the luster on every interior and exterior facet, of the crystal.
You don't take a photograph, you make it.
You don't take a photograph, you make it.
Of all the arts in which the wise excel, nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
Of all the arts in which the wise excel, nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
Ads are the cave art of the twentieth century.
Ads are the cave art of the twentieth century.
The irrepressible spirit that made his playing seem like good conversation is the Rubinstein legacy for pianists, if they can read more
The irrepressible spirit that made his playing seem like good conversation is the Rubinstein legacy for pianists, if they can pick up their heads from the keyboard long enough to claim it.
You do have to be fairly selfish when you have a gift. You cannot afford to let too many outside read more
You do have to be fairly selfish when you have a gift. You cannot afford to let too many outside things get in the way.
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt read more
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific.' - "London Magazine", March, 1967.