Tag: b/w

You’re a cold one, aren’t you?
All of the sadness of the city came suddenly
Your pulse is normal and you haven’t any fever to the touch
You could make an honest effort to remember
Have you told him how serious it is?
Then it would start all over again
With bad painters all you need to do is not look at them
I’ll paint you tomorrow in water colors
He must be a very great poet
It’s not the same thing
I thought then that it was worthless
One has an obligation to a vehicle
We need more true mystery in our lives
It sounds like a charming place
It dies hard when it is really going and you are into it
You’re perfectly O.K.
We should live in this time now and have every minute of it
He had a face that reminded me of a frog
Good night, jeune homme
I went on up the street looking in the windows
In those days you did not really need anything
I’ve just as much right here as you have
This was the worst thing that could happen
You need to get out more
You expected to be sad in the fall
We looked and there it all was
You can either buy clothes or buy pictures
Anything we’d do today would be fun
I’ve seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now
I look at things all the time
You can look at things for too long
I think about this kind of stuff way too much
It’s how we grow. Art’s a means to measure that growth
The only way to learn art is to do it
I’ve been called an idealist
On’s the only way to go and that’s where I’ve headed ever since
My room was still there
I thought I was free at last but don’t ask me what from
I doubt any of us rest until our dreams do too
There was where we found ourselves when the mists cleared and so there’s where we stay
It never crosses our mind we might not belong there
Each has its own beauty
Numbers are important, yes, but so are names
This frequently happens to me
It is a part of the natural order of things
I am always fine
That was not the right answer
No one knew that he was crazy
I’m fine. I’m glad I’m here
Is there something wrong?