Too indolent to bear the toil of writing; I mean of writing well; I say nothing about quantity. [Lat. , Piger scribendi ferre laborem; Scribendi recte, nam ut multum nil moror. ]
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.
Not everyone will understand your journey. That's okay. You're here to live your life, not to make everyone understand.
I wanted to highlight the destruction in Gaza by posting photos on my website - but on the internet people only look at pictures of kittens
Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody could draw whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet.
People say graffiti is ugly, irresponsible and childish. . . but that's only if it's done properly.
I’ve learnt from experience that a painting isn’t finished when you put down your brush - that’s when it starts. The public reaction is what supplies meaning and value. Art comes alive in the arguments you have about it.
There are always two people involved in cruelty, aren't there? One to be vicious and someone to suffer! And what's the use of getting rid of - of wickedness, say - in the outside world if you let it creep back into things from inside you?
The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope.
Think of it! A few more boats, a few more planks of wood nailed together in a particular way at a thrifty cost and all those men and women whom the world can so ill afford to loose would be with us today. There would be no mourning in thousands of homes which now are desolate and these words need not have been written.
Censorship laws are blunt instruments, not sharp scalpels. Once enacted, they are easily misapplied to merely unpopular or only marginally dangerous speech.