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Walczak Yacht Quotes By Frank Stella

Making art is complicated because the categories are always changing. You just have to make your own art, and whatever categories it falls into will come later. — Frank Stella

Walczak Yacht Quotes By Margaret Westhaven

I recall how I suspected at the time that my young friend was indulging in her first bout of calf love. — Margaret Westhaven

Walczak Yacht Quotes By Paul Schneider

You can't have a director say, "Just be you"; you have to have an aim. It's like when you throw darts, you have to know where the bullseye is. You can't just say, "No no no no no, drop the darts. Just stand. We're going to film you." You have to get there indirectly. You have to have me doing something, and then you can get "me." — Paul Schneider

Walczak Yacht Quotes By Theo Van Doesburg

To be oneself is being neither under bond nor borrowed nor sold nor hired. To be, means to be spiritually free. — Theo Van Doesburg

Walczak Yacht Quotes By Michel Seuphor

To me, the circle and the square where the sky and the earth, as symbolized by the ancient Oriental religions; they formed a kind of rudimentary alphabet by means of which everything could be expressed with the most limited means. They evoked prehistoric runes and the early I-Ching, or Book of Changes. — Michel Seuphor

Walczak Yacht Quotes By Roland Barthes

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Tonight I came back to the hotel alone; the other has decided to return later on. The anxieties are already here, like the poison already prepared (jealousy, abandonment, restlessness); they merely wait for a little time to pass in order to be able to declare themselves with some propriety. I pick up a book and take a sleeping pill, "calmly." The silence of this huge hotel is echoing, indifferent, idiotic (faint murmur of draining bathtubs); the furniture and the lamps are stupid; nothing friendly that might warm ("I'm cold, let's go back to Paris). Anxiety mounts; I observe its progress, like Socrates chatting (as I am reading) and feeling the cold of the hemlock rising in his body; I hear it identify itself moving up, like an inexorable figure, against the background of the things that are here. — Roland Barthes