You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.
The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) Dir. Wes Anderson
No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.
- Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini
The most I could ever wish for in my lifetime is to have the talent that my favorite writers had at their worst.
do u ever have to start a song over bc YOU FORGOT TO FUCKING LISTEN.