This is what it meant to be an artist, Robert realized: to remain whole even as you fed yourself to others.
What a glorious way to live.
No one else (…) gave to mankind
what the artist did. The artist, who created beauty out of the raw material of his self, was the only possible savior.
Man without his politicians and police was at worst disorganized;
man without his artists was man erased.JD Landis – Longing