“The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in
1946. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food?
Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests.
It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry,
the cellar, the backyard.”
out does not make one an artist. A secondhand wardrobe does not make
one an artist. Neither do a hair-trigger temper, melancholic nature,
propensity for tears, hating your parents, nor even HIV - I hate to say
it - none of these make one an artist. They can help, but just as being
gay does not make one witty (you can suck a mile of cock, as my friend
Sarah Thyre puts it, it still won't make you Oscar Wilde, believe me),
the only thing that makes one an artist is making art. And that requires
the precise opposite of hanging out; a deeply lonely and unglamorous
task of tolerating oneself long enough to push something out.” ― David Rakoff, Half Empty
“You have to love dancing to stick to it. It gives you nothing back, no
manuscripts to store away, no paintings to show on walls and maybe hang
in museums, no poems to be printed and sold, nothing but that single
fleeting moment when you feel alive."