If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.
I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
The truth is on the march and nothing will stop it.
I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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