The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.
Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.
I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.
She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.