We're artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don't we?
Interpretation
This quote suggests that everyone possesses creative qualities, even if they are not outwardly expressed.
Roberto Bolano's statement reflects the idea that the inclination towards artistic expression is universal among people, yet many choose to conceal this aspect of themselves. It resonates with the notion that societal expectations or personal insecurities may lead individuals to suppress their creative instincts, leading to a hidden depth of artistry that remains unacknowledged but is nonetheless present in all of us.
In practice
In a discussion about creativity in the workplace, one might use this quote to remind others that everyone has an artistic side.
Coincidence obeys no laws and if it does we don't know what they are. Coincidence, if you'll permit me the simile, is like the manifestation of God at every moment on our planet. A senseless God making senseless gestures at his senseless creatures. In that hurricane, in that osseous implosion, we find communion.
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
I'd obviously never heard of the group, but my ignorance in literary matters is to blame for that (every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me).
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
Being alone makes us stronger. Thatβs the honest truth. But itβs cold comfort, since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.
Didn't you know I'm going to be the greatest, most entertaining author and artist in the world? Well, don't feel badly, I didn't either!
Serious art has been the work of individual artists whose art has had nothing to do with 'style' because they were not in the least connected with the style or the needs of the masses. Their works arose rather in defiance of their times.
Stories are the most important thing in the world. Without stories, we wouldn't be human beings at all.
When I hear music, it seems to me that all the sins of my life pass slowly by me with veiled faces, lay their hands on my head, and say softly, "My child."
She stood lost in eternity wearing a crazy dress, watching the immense sky.
After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy.
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