Both were moral decisions. Both served a higher good, in the mind of the artist. The conflict lies between the morals of the artist and the morals of society, not between aesthetics and morality. But often this isn’t understood; and here comes the waste, the tragedy.
Lucy Shevchenkomembuat kutipan11 tahun yang lalu
Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.
Tagidemembuat kutipan8 bulan yang lalu
Lestat, in fact, had aroused in me feelings which I hadn't wished to confide in anyone, feelings I'd wished to forget, despite Claudia's death. Hatred had not been one of them.
Laura Ruizmembuat kutipan8 bulan yang lalu
it’s almost dawn. I should let you die. You will die, you know. The sun will destroy the blood I’ve given you, in every tissue, every vein. But you shouldn’t be feeling this fear at all. I think you’re like a man who loses an arm or a leg and keeps insisting that he can feel pain where the arm or leg used to be.’
Lauramembuat kutipantahun lalu
realized that I was his complete superior and I had been sadly cheated in having him for a teacher.
Lauramembuat kutipantahun lalu
I had several extremely intelligent slaves who might have done his job just as well a long time before, if I had recognized their intelligence and not feared their African appearance and manner.
Yanina Lebedzevamembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
And the boy sat motionless regarding him, astonished.
Yanina Lebedzevamembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
round oak table,
Elinamembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
I had a strong sense of him then, the separate being that he was, the calm and collected creature with the straight auburn hair and the large, sometimes melancholy eyes, eyes that seemed often to be seeing nothing but their own thoughts.
Elinamembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
That passivity in me has been the core of it all, the real evil.