The relationship between critic and writer is similar to the one between the pigeon and the statue.
For one moment, she stood stock-still, drinking in the simple beauty of the marble fountain, the base of its pedestal wreathed in delicate fronds, that stood, glowing lambently in the soft white light...
The statue was of a nude woman playing a slide trombone. It was entitles, enigmatically, Evelyn and Her Magic Violin.
As a sculptor sculpts a statue, an educator educates our future generation. Beauty depends on the creator.
What can you learn from a statue? You can learn to stay calm whatever happens!
Society is one vast conspiracy for carving one into the kind of statue likes, and then placing it in the most convenient niche it has.
The apathy of the people is enough to make every statue leap from its pedestal and hasten the resurrection of the dead.
The sculptor produces the beautiful statue by chipping away such parts of the marble block as are not needed - it is a process of elimination.
Statues of saints in somebody else's religion. To me they're just rock shaped into glorified nobodies.
