Art doesn't exist if you just do what you're told. It only exists as an exercise of individual taste and freedom.
But sure the eye of time beholds no name, So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.
We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!
I'm a white male, age 18 to 49. Everyone listens to me, no matter how dumb my suggestions are.
For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.
I am a dedicated madman, and that becomes its own training. If you can't resist, if the typewriter is like candy to you, you train yourself for a lifetime. Every single day of your life, some wild new thing to be done. You write to please yourself. You write for the joy of writing. Then your public reads you and it begins to gather around your selling a potato peeler in an alley, you know. The enthusiasm, the joy itself draws me. So that means every day of my life I've written. When the joy stops, I'll stop writing.
When you come in contact with the anointing of God, it not only affects your moment, it affects your tomorrow.
I hate Disneyland. It primes our kids for Las Vegas.
We played all that rhetoric, all of the thing - the provocative inflammatory things [Donald Trump] said over the last year, does that all add up to buying him enough wiggle room with his base that he can get out and change his position like that?