works of art feel towards human beings exactly as we do towards ghosts. The transparency of spectres, the diffuseness in space which lets them drift through doors and walls, and their smell of death, disgust us not more than we disgust works of art by our meaninglessness, our diffuseness in time which lets us drift through three score years and ten without a quarter as much significance as a picture establishes instantaneously.
Rebecca WestThere is no logical reason why the camel of great art should pass through the needle of mob intelligence.
Rebecca WestNobody ever wrote a good book simply by collecting a number of accurate facts and valid ideas.
Rebecca WestWithout doubt cats are intellectuals who have been, by some mysterious decree of Providence, deprived of the comfort of the word.
Rebecca West