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Art, I subsequently realised, is like that. It softens by association and implication. It renders the hard pliable. It creates gaps, gaping holes really, in possibility.Unknown
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And yet, in terms of its emotive potential, I still find art more attractive, currently, than books, which fail at a deeper level.Unknown
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Sometimes the heart demands.Unknown
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I regret, most of all, my shrivelled heart. So focused on the numbers. On the maths of my personal equation. Can a man change his heart? Are there ways to improve the spirit of who you are? Of why you choose?Unknown
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The writers themselves … they were pitifully out of context. So self-assured, so assuming, so completely wrong. Unable — any of them — to imagine what might be coming.Unknown
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We are, after all, human. There is something wild in those opposable thumbs.Unknown
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Control is an advertising concept.Unknown
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If the trees and the plants are brothers, if the birds are my sisters, then cats are truly my kin.Unknown
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Artists could never, would never, harm anybody. They’re too busy painting. Same with ad drunks. They might be a bit useless at functional tasks, they may break things (small objects, precious objects, door handles, car accessories, and such), but they’re too pissed to get seriously involved in anything.Unknown
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Intimacy, finally, had got the better of us.Unknown
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We calculated the baseline requirement of diversity.Unknown