Most of our love is shabby stuff, but there is always a thin line of gold, the bit of pure love on which all the rest depends -- and which redeems all the rest.
Iris MurdochAs we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
Iris MurdochAll artists dream of a silence which they must enter, as some creatures return to the sea to spawn.
Iris MurdochArt is brief. (Not in a temporal sense.) [...] Words are for concealment. Art is concealment.
Iris Murdoch