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Samuel Beckett

"To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now."

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Amber Hurdle

"Nobody told Don Henley or me that we were going to make it as solo artists, but I can speak for Don when I say that we are both really happy now that the band is not together."

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Amber Hurdle

"Unless artists can remember what it was to be a little boy, they are only half complete as artist and as man."

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Amber Hurdle

"But it becomes disrespectful when the artist's process is not respected."

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Amber Hurdle

"I'm rarely grabbed by anything the way I was when I was 10 years younger. About the only relatively new artists whose albums I own are Beck, and They Might Be Giants."

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Amber Hurdle

"Being a cover artist is not like being a real artist. That's just copying what someone else did."

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Amber Hurdle

"I would hardly call myself an artist in that sense; I doodle, I draw, I'm not a trained artist, I couldn't sit down and do an accurate portrait of anyone."

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Amber Hurdle

"My parents cultured me a lot and they introduced me to a lot of artists, a lot of their friends."

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Amber Hurdle

"I am no longer afraid of becoming lost, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good for the artist."

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Amber Hurdle

"I think I've grown a lot in the last few years, and I needed to express myself as an artist on this. It wasn't necessarily about going in and making an album chocked full of hit singles... there were a lot of things I did out of the joy and the want to do it."

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Amber Hurdle

"In Europe, architects consider themselves artists. They think they're special when they win a competition."

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Samuel Beckett
"Birth was the death of him."

Death

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Samuel Beckett
"Do we mean love, when we say love?"

Love

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Samuel Beckett
"We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?"

People

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Samuel Beckett
"If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love."

Love

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Samuel Beckett
"Ada: And why life? (Pause.) Why life, Henry? (Pause.) Is there anyone about?Henry: Not a living soul.Ada: I thought as much. (Pause.) When we longed to have it to ourselves there was always someone. Now that it does not matter the place is deserted."

Philosophy

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Samuel Beckett
"Spend the years of learning squanderingCourage for the years of wanderingThrough a world politely turningFrom the loutishness of learning."

Learning

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Samuel Beckett
"In order to be company he must display a certain mental activity. But it need not be of a high order. Indeed it might be argued the lower the better. Up to a point. The lower the order of mental activity the better the company. Up to a point."

Social

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Samuel Beckett
"Incontinent the void. The zenith. Evening again. When not night it will be evening. Death again of deathless day. On one hand embers. On the other ashes. Day without end won and lost. Unseen."

Philosophy

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Samuel Beckett
"I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in."

Awareness

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Samuel Beckett
"You are on your back at the foot of an aspen. In its trembling shade. She at right angles propped on her elbows head between her hands. Your eyes opened and closed have looked in hers looking in yours. In your dark you look in them again. Still. You feel on your face the fringe of her long black hair stirring in the still air. Within the tent of hair your faces are hidden from view. She murmurs, Listen to the leaves. Eyes in each other's eyes you listen to the leaves. In their trembling shade."

Mindfulness

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