Our lives are given meaning by our actions-accomplishments made while we are "here" that extend beyond our own time.
All praise to the masters indeed, but we too could produce a Kant or a Hugo.
Errors and exaggerations do not matter. What matters is boldness in thinking with a strong-pitched voice, in speaking out about things as one feels them in the moment of speaking; in having the temerity to proclaim what one believes to be true without fear of the consequences. If one were to await the possession of the absolute truth, one must be either a fool or a mute. If the creative impulse were muted, the world would then be stayed on its march.
Art is Knowledge at the service of emotion.
In every painting, as in any other work of art, there is always an IDEA, never a STORY. The idea is the point of departure, the first cause of the plastic construction, and it is always present all the time as energy creating matter. The stories and other literary associations exist only in the mind of the spectator, the painting acting as the stimulus.
We could raise prodigious cities and create nations, and explore the universe.
Was not from a mixture of two races that the Titans sprang?
I'm relieved Peeta's alive. I tell myself again that if I get killed, his winnings will benefit my mother and Prim the most. This is what I tell myself to explain the conflicting emotions that arise when I think of Peeta. The gratitude that he game an edge by professing his love for me in the interview. The anger at his superiority on the roof. The dread that we may come face-to-face at any moment in this arena.
I never say something I cannot do. And I always will do more than I can say.
For anyone worn down, The Impossible Will Take a Little While is a bracing double cappuccino.
I can be accused of trying to be commercial sometimes.