I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos.
Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is.
It's usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.
No realistic, sane person goes around Chicago without protection.
She was what we used to call a suicide blonde - dyed by her own hand.
I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.