Divine fires do not blaze each day, but an artist functions in their afterglow hoping for their recurrence.
Arguably, no artist grows up: If he sheds the perceptions of childhood, he ceases being an artist.
Minor artists borrow, great ones steal.
If asked to list my ten favorite American fiction writers, Gail Godwin would be among them. In this, her latest . . . she evokes in a short book the long married life of two artists. Evenings at Five is a strong tale of love-after-death.
Artists, by definition innocent, don't steal. But they do borrow without giving back.
An artist doesn't necessarily have deeper feelings than other people, but he can express these feelings. He is like everyone else-only more so! He speaks with a Formal Sigh.
Don't be too dismissive of children. While it's true that few children are artists, all artists are children.