Despite the hundreds of attempts, police terror and the concentration camps have proved to be more or less impossible subjects for the artist.
AL ALVAREZHe pays for his social ease with what used to be called his soul – his discriminations, his uniqueness, his psychic energy, his self.
More Al Alvarez Quotes
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Hold’em is a game of calculated aggression. If your cards are good enough for you to call a bet, they are good enough to raise with.
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Now, if, as I think, writing should be, it’s a kind of risky trade.
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Mass democracy, mass morality and the mass media thrive independently of the individual, who joins them only at the cost of at least a partial perversion of his instincts and insights.
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It puts domestic problems back into proportion and adds an element of seriousness to your drab, routine life.
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When you make a bet, you’re saying something.
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The real resistance now is to an art which forces its audience to recognize and accept imaginatively.
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He pays for his social ease with what used to be called his soul – his discriminations, his uniqueness, his psychic energy, his self.
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The point is that it looks like gambling because the language of the game is money.
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Divorce transforms habit into drama.
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No man kills himself unless there is something wrong with his life.
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It is easy to smile at an insult and pretend it’s funny when the person insulting you is hosing you with money.
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Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself.
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When neither high purpose nor the categorical imperatives of religion will do, the only argument against suicide is life itself.
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in their nerve ends, not the facts of life but the facts of death and violence: absurd, random, gratuitous, unjustified, and inescapably part of the society we have created.
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Seemed merely a temporary halt on my steady descent through layer after layer of depression, like an elevator stopping for a moment on the way down to the basement.
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