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Monday, December 24, 2007
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Sunday, October 28, 2007
Albert Camus
A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Stanley Kunitz
What other morality has the artist but to endure? The only ones who survive, I think, beyond the equally destructive temptations of self-praise and self-pity, are those whose discontent is with themselves. The fiercest hearts are in love with a wild perfection.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Cormac McCarthy
All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain.
Graham Greene
One has no talent. I have no talent. It's just a question of working, of being willing to put in the time.
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