Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is colour that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.

Yann Martel
Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting...
Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting...
Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting...
Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting...
About This Quote

A good story makes sense; it's the only way we can make sense of the world. The idea in this quotation and in most of the quotes on this page is that if we can't make sense of life in some way, we'll come to grief. We may not be able to explain why we're in a pickle, but we can still get ourselves out of it by making art. As for music and paintings, they're just noise that makes sense.

Source: Beatrice And Virgil

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