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The artist's bookcases were full of poets, like the bookcases of anyone trying to find out how everyone else copes.

Angry at himself, angry at the artist, and most of all angry at death for having such good taste. Always taking the best first.

Children have two worlds, the one they have been given and the one they can dream about, but not even the artist had enough imagination to believe it was possible to paint his way out of there. It would take a really, really big idiot to dream anything as grand as that.
Thank goodness he had one of those.

Art is so big, so unfathomable, that it teaches us to mourn for strangers.

The cat? Obviously it runs off when the police arrive. Cats may not know much about prison, but this one knows enough, it's an outdoor cat and has no intention of becoming a locked-up cat. Besides, it knows that people will like the man more when they find out he's a world-famous artist, but they'll like the cat less when they find out it isn't homeless.

The artist? He was good at seeing the beauty in everything, that happens if you're no good at seeing it in yourself. He didn't belong in school, he didn't belong in this town, he didn't belong in his own body.
He had cried so much that spring when he was fourteen that he felt hollow.

He runs after her, but of course he doesn't stand a chance, he's a grown man and they don't have a clue about how to run. Grown men don't have enough things they're afraid of on this planet to become good at running.

the building where the auction is being held is an old church. We know that because all the rich people at the auction keep saying to each other: "Did you know this is an old church?" Because rich people love reminding each other about how incredibly rich they are, so rich that they can buy things from God.