I get the sense that some people think that influence dilutes — that the more you are someone else, the less you are yourself, as if you were born with some innate distinct youness that is gradually sanded away by the corroding forces of conformity. That if you could somehow tune everything else out and really dig deep within yourself, you’d find your voice there, pure and independent. That’s bullshit. Your voice isn’t there, already made. You need to make your own voice. You need to make your own voice. Raphael BobWaksberg
Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
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Rainbow Rowell
It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.
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Vincent Van Gogh
Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
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Clive Barker
Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
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Chuck Klosterman
There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
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Vincent Van Gogh
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