The preponderance of pain over pleasure is the cause of our fictitious morality and religion.
He barely knew I existed. I knew some of the same people he knew, but I was a girl in the background, several degrees of seperation removed.
I do not mean to mock or ridicule your life's work, for in one way at least it mimics my own: We have dedicated our lives to the pursuit of phantoms. The difference is the nature of those phantoms. Mine exist between other men's ears; yours live solely between your own.
Have you fallen in love, Will Henry?" "That's stupid. " "What is? Love, or my question?" "I don't know. " "You don't know? You've tried that trick once. What do you suppose it will work better the second time?" "I don't love her. She bothers me. " "You have just defined the very thing you denied.
There are those who labor in the darkness, that the rest of us might live in the light.
Please, do not leave me, Will Henry. I would not survive it. You were nearly right. What Mr. Kendall was, I am always on the brink of becoming. And you - I do not pretend to know how or even why - but you pull me back from the precipice. You are the one. . . You are the one thing that keeps me Human.
Our enemy is fear. Blinding, reason-killing fear. Fear consumes the truth and poisons all the evidence, leading us to false assumptions and irrational conclusions.
One shouldn't be afraid to lose; this is sport. One day you win; another day you lose. Of course, everyone wants to be the best. This is normal. This is what sport is about. This is why I love it.
If you want milk, don't sit on a stool in the middle of a field in the hope that a cow will back up to you.
We need artists to help us come together and share our voices and build community around powerful issues concerning our roles in the world and our planet's survival. Compassion must be translated into action.
The question of painting is bound up with epistemology, with the engagement of the viewer, with what the viewer may learn.