An artist is a cut above the critic, for the artist is writing something which will move the critic. The critic is writing something which will move everybody but the artist
Artists can color the sky red because they know its blue.those of us who are not artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we are stupid.
When u were born, u were crying and everyone round u was smiling.. Live ur life so that when u die, u're the one who is smiling and everyone round u is crying..
