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"Poets never die, I thought. They just fail in the end."
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"And it seemed at last that there were two musics progressing at one time before the seat of IlAovatar, and they were utterly at variance. The one was deep and wide ad beautiful, but slow and blended with an immeasurable sorrow from which its beauty chiefly came."
"The kind of poem I produced in those days was hardly anything more than a sign I made of being alive, of passing or having passed, or hoping to pass, through certain intense human emotions. It was a phenomenon of orientation rather than of art, thus comparable to stripes of paint on a roadside rock or to a pillared heap of stones marking a mountain trail. But then, in a sense, all poetry is positional: to try to express one's position in regard to the universe embraced by consciousness, is an immemorial urge. Tentacles, not wings, are Apollo's natural members. Vivian Bloodmark, a philosophical friend of mine, in later years, used to say that while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space, the poet feels everything that happens in one point of time."
"The discipline of creation, be it to paint, compose, write, is an effort towards wholeness."
"Let music ignite your vivid inner colors and bring you harmony inside and out."
"The effort of art is to keep what is interesting in existence, to recreate it in the eternal."
"The essence of art is that its one case applies to thousands,' knew Schopenhauer."
"A nice blend of prediction and surprise seem to be at the heart of the best art."
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"Madness is a wholly human malady borne in a brain too evolved-or not quite evolved enough-to bear the awful burden of its own existence."
"Crazy people. They never think they're crazy. Their craziness makes perfect sense to them."
"But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness."
"I should have bailed. That little voice had my back. That little voice is older than I am. It's older than the oldest person who ever lived. I should have listened to that voice."
"The girl sleeping and the finisher, willing himself to finish her.Why didn't he finish her?Why couldn't he finish her?"
"I, um, I thought you might want this back.I pull out the battered old teddy bear and hold it toward him. He frowns and shakes his head and doesn't reach for it, and I feel like he's punched me in the gut.Then my baby brother slaps that damned bear out of my hand and crushes his face against my chest, and beneath the odors of sweat and strong soap I can smell it, his smell, Sammy's, my brother's."
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