The most interesting question—perhaps the crucial question—about contemporary art is this: What happens to all that work? Only a miniscule percentage gets sold (to collectors, institutions, whoever). What about the rest? After giveaways to friends and family, what? The scows? The landfills?
Forbes Fallow, The Creatives.
To see the architecture within the detail—this is our very purpose.
Benedict Symes, A Meditation on Periodicity.
“She is patting me on the head. She is abusing me. She is throwing out one anecdote after another. She is making emotional appeals. She has me spinning a bit.” Jackson is that rare person who actually enjoys informercials.
Grayling Scott, An Inventory of Characters.
Say nothing at all. Unless you are called upon to speak. It is good practice—for what is coming.
Horatio Humber, The State of States.
My advice is this: Listen to more and more music. Quantity. Because if you don’t, if you listen only once in a while, the music will overwhelm you.
Sidney James Nuncius, The Life of Clemenz Non Papa.
Your doubt is not an ongoing state of mind. It is a decision you made.
Nicholas Pascoe, Theory of Public Relations.
“I want a show of hands,” said Elaine. “I need to know whether I am considered to be wonderful. I’m tired of guessing.”
Priscilla Onkers, All About Edward.
“I am a fool, yes. But how big a fool? How big?” Jason sought assistance in the realm of scale.
Griffin Poindexter, Particle Swarm Theory: More Stories.
I dwell in the postmodern world. I can claim truth for any proposition I state. Whom do I thank for such a fine and pleasant realm?
Weldon Watson, The Brotherhood of the Briar.
“I might not like what I am doing at the moment. But I would defend unto death my right to do it.” Dillon felt confident, at first, that he had said something significant. Later, upon reflection, he wasn’t quite sure.
Andrew Culp, Rex and Rhonda—A Short Novel.
