If orchestral performances were movies, the instrumentalists would be celebrated, the conductor credited, and the composer unmentioned.
Religion, art, taste, and other delusions.
Those who say they don’t believe in love, or art, or politics, or God, always believe acutely, piercingly, in their disbelief.
The demand for revelation has not slackened; the churches have merely lost their monopoly.
Ugliness, incompetence, immaturity: these have become ideologies — no longer failures but ends in themselves.
Artists should be judged by their best work. Architects do not have this luxury.
For most of history it was prohibited for the mass of men to express themselves: then, briefly, it was permitted: now it is required.
We need not approve of the audience to crave its approval.
Religion will persist forever because of reality’s stubborn refusal to accord with our primitive notions of justice.
The novel often triumphs as a lived experience and always fails as a recollected one.
Photographs do not steal your soul, only your memories.