Irving Stone Quotes

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The real artist while he paints does not think of the sale, only of the need to make a beautiful living thing.

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That horrible moment of suspense when the artist shows one of his creations to strange eyes for the first time.

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Every human life had its pattern that had to be worked out slowly to its ultimate conclusion.

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A canvas that I have covered is worth more than a blank canvas. My pretensions go no further; that is my right to paint, my reason for painting.

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They had painted in a grand rush to keep intact the purity of their first impression, the mood in which the motif had been conceived.

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She leaned across her dressing table and gazed into the gilt-framed mirror on the wall.

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Listen, my friend, all forms that exist in God's universe can be found in the human figure. A man's body and face can tell everything he represents. So how could I ever exhaust my interest in it?

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He had been standing still; for an artist, one of the more painful forms of death.

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It's freezing up here. What did you use to keep warm?" "Indignation," said Michelangelo. "Best fuel I know. Never burns out.

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Pleasure is one of the most important things in life, as important as food or drink.

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And rout the magical mystical moonlight with fierce proof of its own greater power to light, to heat, to make everything known.

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Re William Jennings Bryan: His mind was like a soup dish, wide and shallow.

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Drawing is the poet's written line, set down to see if there be a story worth telling, a truth worth revealing.

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He sat before the mirror of the second-floor bedroom stretching his lean cheeks with their high bone ridges, the flat broad forehead, and ears too far back on the head, the dark hair curling forward in thatches, the amber-colored eyes wide-set but heavy-lidded.

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An artist without ideas is a mendicant; barren, he goes begging among the hours.

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One should not become an artist because he can, but because he must. It is only for those who would be miserable without it.

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Bleed me of art, and there won't be enough liquid left in me to spit!
Michelangelo Buonorotti speaking

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Art's a staple, like bread or wine or a warm coat in winter. Those who think it is a luxury have only a fragment of a mind. Man's spirit grows hungry for art in the same way his stomach growls for food.

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He made his colours, built his stretchers, plastered his canvas, painted his pictures, carpentered his frames, and painted them. 'Too bad I can't buy my own pictures,' he murmured aloud. 'Then I'd be completely self-sufficient.'

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He had never believed that spirituality had to be anemic or aesthetic.

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They moved up the trail vigorously, their slim young figures in rhythmic cadence.

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In order to paint life one must understand not only anatomy, but what people feel and thing about the world they live in. The painter who knows his own craft and nothing else will turn out to be a very superficial artist.

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There is no thrill of mortal danger to surpass that of a lone man trying to create something that never existed before.

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Talent is cheap; dedication is expensive. It will cost you your life.

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The most perfect guide is nature. Continue without fail to draw something every day.

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We... believe that art is religious, because it is one of man's highest aspirations. There is no such thing as pagan art, only good and bad art.

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He had always loved God. In his darkest hours he cried out, "God did not create us to abandon us."

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There are no faster or firmer friendships than those formed between people who love the same books.

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Art is amoral; so is life. For me there are no obscene pictures or books; there are only poorly conceived and poorly executed ones.

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She sat in the center of the bed she shared with her old sister Mary, slim legs tucked beneath her, enjoying the early October sunlight as her hand moved across the letter paper.

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