A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery.
Vermeer's skill was in combining few colors, mixing little and using layers of lakes and varnishes to build up the illusion of life
...A painting was a translation of the language of my heart.
To know is to remember that you've seen.To see is to know without remembering. Thus painting is remembering the blackness.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
