The way you drop is like a stone Making out you're flying But you've just been thrown.
—The Jesus and Mary Chain, "Drop"
There was a book in the library about Holland. There were lovely foreign names in it and pictures of strangelooking cities and ships. It made you feel so happy.
—James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
In fact, while we read a novel, we are insane—bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren't there, we hear their voices, we watch the Battle of Borodino with them, we may even become Napoleon. Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.
Is it any wonder that no truly respectable society has ever trusted its artists?
—Ursula K. Le Guin, Introduction, The Left Hand of Darkness
"What are my dreams?"
Being a famous artist in the Culture meant at best it was accepted you must possess a certain gritty determination . . . .
—Iain M. Banks, Excession
"I hope you will consider what I arrange, but be skeptical of it."
—John Berger, Ways of Seeing
Some sort of pressure must exist; the artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn’t look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world.