Sublime

Her hair was wiglike in overall configuration, but it had a high protein luster no real wig could ever duplicate.

He has gained his art, but he has lost his life.

And who could not love that special and leonine roar of a public toilet?

“artwork personalization.”

“An individual heart-shock. Your dream, Welty’s dream, Vermeer’s dream. You see one painting, I see another, the art book puts it at another remove still, the lady buying the greeting card at the museum gift shop sees something else entire, and that’s not even to mention the people separated from us by time—four hundred years before us, four hundre

All this time he’d taken it as a given that his escape was a Nickel legend.

in no other culture is the difference between ‘masterpiece’ and average work so large as in the tradition of the oil painting.

That life—whatever else it is—is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we’re not always so glad to be here, it’s our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes an

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