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“It was simply that she was only fully alive when she devoted herself to her singular ability to draw, and when she drew she was naturally always alone.”
― Tove Jansson, The True Deceiver

“What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. They are strewn there pell-mell. One of your ribs leans against my skull. A metacarpal of my left hand lies inside your pelvis. (Against my broken ribs your breast like a flower.) The hundred bones of our feet are scattered like gravel. It is strange that this image of our proximity, concerning as it does mere phosphate of calcium, should bestow a sense of peace. Yet it does. With you I can imagine a place where to be phosphate of calcium is enough.”
― John Berger

“The sleep of reason brings forth monsters”
― James Randi, Flim-Flam! Psychics, ESP, Unicorns, and Other Delusions

“Art is long. Life is short. A picture can become for us a highway between a particular thing and a universal feeling.”
― Lawren Harris