I just do my work, and I work every day, and my ambition is just to do something better than I last did.
Patti, did art get us?' I looked away, not really wanting to think about it. 'I don't know, Robert. I don't know.' Perhaps it did, but no one could regret that. Only a fool would regret being had by art; or a saint.
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What this quote means
Art has a profound impact on our lives, and acknowledging this influence is essential, regardless of whether we understand it fully.
In this quote, Patti Smith expresses an ambivalence towards art's ability to shape our experiences and identities. The dialogue reflects a deep contemplation about the role of art in our lives, suggesting that it may possess a special power that can be both embracing and challenging. The idea that regretting the influence of art is foolish indicates a celebration of the transformative nature of artistic engagement, implying that even when one is unsure of art's effects, the beauty of the experience remains invaluable.
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This quote can be used in a speech about the importance of art in personal growth.
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The word 'art' interests me very much. If it comes from Sanskrit, as I've heard, it signifies 'making.' Now everyone makes something, and those who make things on a canvas with a frame, they're called artists. Formerly, they were called craftsmen, a term I prefer. We're all craftsmen, in civilian or military or artistic life.
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The main thing is dancing, and before it withers away from my body, I will keep dancing till the last moment, the last drop.