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As a working definition of art, I lean toward Tolstoy's: "Art is a human activity having for it's purpose the transmission to other of the highest and best feelings to which mankind has risen." It seems to me that, regarding agrarian art, the farther it moves away from the natural world, especially when the main goal is money profits, the more difficult it becomes for it to reflect "the highest and best feelings" of humanity. The same is true of, of course, of agriculture itself. The farther it tries to remove itself from nature in search of money, the more it moves away from the highest and healthiest kinds of food. — Gene Logsdon

Feminist," he said, clearly amused. "Next you'll be telling us you hate men."
She gave him a blank look. "I only hate stupid men who don't actually understand what 'feminist' means."
He laughed. "You run into a lot of men like that?"
"All the time."
"Really?"
"Even as we speak, Nick."
"Oh no she didn't," said Peter. I groaned. — Richelle Mead

The difference between perspective and reality is that a person uses their perspective for their benefit and reality through appreciation. — Coco Nicole Estef

I was a big fan of 'The Smurfs' growing up, even though by default - my mom used to force me to watch because she was a 'Smurfs' fan. — Jayma Mays

Building the right product requires systematically and relentlessly testing that vision to discover which elements of it are brilliant, and which are crazy. — Eric Ries

Fine writers should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each others fur. — Logan Pearsall Smith

I took 'Grease' to play my trump card, my voice, and get attention that would lead to auditions for serious work like 'Angels in America.' But I backed myself into a corner with 'Grease,' and it took me 17 years to get out. — Billy Porter

And in the depth of her eyes were all these years - seasons they'd known, paths they'd trod.
Slowly he entered her again. Everything reflected in her gaze: shyness, yearning, ripples of pleasure.
The pleasure turned fierce, then ferocious. He labored to draw breath. In the wash of her climax, she closed her eyes. He closed his own eyes and yielded to the moment. — Sherry Thomas