Criticism really used to hurt me. Most of these critics are usually frustrated artists, and they criticise other people's art because they can't do it themselves. It's a really disgusting job. They must feel horrible inside.
Like all parents, my husband and I just do the best we can, hold our breath and hope we've set aside enough money for our kid's therapy.
I would prefer to have a more appealing job. If I could still change careers, I would prefer it. This unfortunate art is made for long beards and ugly faces rather than for a relatively well-endowed woman.
Work can be hard sometimes - acting - the arts can be hard sometimes in that way - hard to give yourself that inspiration if you don't have a job.
Wherever the art of medicine is loved, there is also a love of humanity.
The impulse of the American woman to geld her husband and castrate her sons is very strong.
Music embodies feeling without forcing it to contend and combine with thought, as it is forced in most arts and especially in the art of words.
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.
Errors are not in the art but in the artificers.
An early-rising man is a good spouse but a bad husband.
There is also this benefit in brag, that the speaker is unconsciously expressing his own ideal. Humor him by all means, draw it all out, and hold him to it.
The beautiful is in nature, and it is encountered under the most diverse forms of reality. Once it is found it belongs to art, or rather to the artist who discovers it.
It is easier to rob by setting up a bank than by holding up a bank clerk.
We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.
I was very much into buying contemporary art, but I've just decided I want to get rid of it all. Not that it's not great art, but all of a sudden my mood has changed, and I want to go back to seventeenth- and eighteenth-century masters.
The hardest job an actor can do is all this pretend, all this screaming and being scared for your life.
Art is never finished, only abandoned.
The woman who can create her own job is the woman who will win fame and fortune.
This new art made a deep impression on me, and I began to study it ardently.
Just because I hold a shot for more than five seconds and it's all a deliberate tableau, people say it's theater. It's not really.