Amiranus Romanus

“სწორ მიმართულებას ერთხელ აცდენილი აზრი, ბრმასავით დაეხეტება ოღროებზე, ვიდრე მართალ გზას გაიგნებდეს.”
― Aleksandre Abasheli, ქალი სარკეში

“Religion, too, is a weapon. What manner of weapon is religion when it becomes the government?”
― Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah

“როგორ შეიძლება ადამიანმა იფიქროს, რომ განუსაზღვრელ მსოფლიოში, ამდენ მზეთა სისტემაში, ურიცხვ პლანეტებზე, რომელთა შორის უთუოდ მრავალია ისეთი პლანეტები, როგორიც დედამიწაა თავისი ქიმიურ-ფიზიკური პირობებით, როგორ შეიძლება ამ უამრავ ქვეყნებში არსად სიცოცხლე არ არსებობდეს და მხოლოდ დედამიწა იყოს რაღაც უცნაური გამონაკლისი?”
― Aleksandre Abasheli, ქალი სარკეში

“Jubal shrugged. "Abstract design is all right-for wall paper or linoleum. But art is the process of evoking pity and terror, which is not abstract at all but very human. What the self-styled modern artists are doing is a sort of unemotional pseudo-intellectual masturbation. . . whereas creative art is more like intercourse, in which the artist must seduce- render emotional-his audience, each time. These ladies who won't deign to do that- and perhaps can't- of course lost the public. If they hadn't lobbied for endless subsidies, they would have starved or been forced to go to work long ago. Because the ordinary bloke will not voluntarily pay for 'art' that leaves him unmoved- if he does pay for it, the money has to be conned out of him, by taxes or such."

"You know, Jubal, I've always wondered why i didn't give a hoot for paintings or statues- but I thought it was something missing in me, like color blindness."

"Mmm, one does have to learn to look at art, just as you must know French to read a story printed in French. But in general terms it's up to the artist to use language that can be understood, not hide it in some private code like Pepys and his diary. Most of these jokers don't even want to use language you and I know or can learn. . . they would rather sneer at us and be smug, because we 'fail' to see what they are driving at. If indeed they are driving at anything- obscurity is usually the refuge of incompetence. Ben, would you call me an artists?”

“Huh? Well, I’ve never thought about it. You write a pretty good stick.”

“Thank you. ‘Artist’ is a word I avoid for the same reasons I hate to be called ‘Doctor.’ But I am an artist, albeit a minor one. Admittedly most of my stuff is fit to read only once… and not even once for a busy person who already knows the little I have to say. But I am an honest artist, because what I write is consciously intended to reach the customer… reach him and affect him, if possible with pity and terror… or, if not, at least to divert the tedium of his hours with a chuckle or an odd idea. But I am never trying to hide it from him in a private language, nor am I seeking the praise of other writers for ‘technique’ or other balderdash. I want the praise of the cash customer, given in cash because I’ve reached him- or I don’t want anything. Support for the arts- merde! A government-supported artist is an incompetent whore! Damn it, you punched one of my buttons. Let me fill your glass and you tell me what is on your mind.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land