Arguably, no artist grows up: If he sheds the perceptions of childhood, he ceases being an artist.
Divine fires do not blaze each day, but an artist functions in their afterglow hoping for their recurrence.
Inspiration could be called inhaling the memory of an act never experienced.
Sooner or later you've heard all your best friends have to say. Then comes the tolerance of real love.
Classic means standard as opposed to Romantic: form before meaning as opposed to meaning before form. It grows from inside out, while Romantic grows from outside in.
Artists, by definition innocent, don't steal. But they do borrow without giving back.
