Something that I’ve always tried to bear in mind is the idea that an artist is someone who gets to do whatever they want to do. Dentistry is really interesting, but if you became a dentist you’d largely need to stick with working on teeth in pretty conventional ways, at least professionally.
— Harrell Fletcher, Thoughts on Agency and Activity Outside of the Commercial System
We see the greyish lemon on the counter and feel that’s it: the lemon has gone on to live a different life. An unfortunate event, a rotting fruit...It is our fault that the rotting fruit was not eaten, not incorporated into our bodies by our internal bacteria, but left to be conquered by those floating around in the kitchen.
— Mercedes Villalba, Rotting as a Collective Impulse
Marrakech itself is beautiful in bits. It has ramparts & a lot of buildings made of earth dug up about five feet below ground level. This dries a soft reddish colour so the French call Marrakech ‘la rouge’ & paint everything that isn’t earth a dreadful salmon-beige. The best thing is the native pottery.
— George Orwell, A Life in Letters
The photographer is an armed version of the solitary walker reconnoitering, stalking, cruising the urban inferno, the voyeuristic stroller who discovers the city as a landscape of voluptuous extremes. Adept of the joys of watching, connoisseur of empathy, the flâneur finds the world ‘picturesque.
— Susan Sontag, On Photography

Red is not usually innocent (look at this one) but the red you sent me is! It’s the red of childhood. A pretend red. Or the red of young eyelids shut tight - the red you saw when you did that. As I look at it, I wonder what will happen when it grows older. Maybe it wouldn’t be red anymore at all. My guess is it might become black...
— John Berger, I Send You This Cadmium Red
The depredations of time tend to work against painting. But part of the built-in interest of photographs, and a major source of their aesthetic value, is precisely the transformations that time works upon them, the way they escape the intentions of their makers. Given enough time, many photographs do acquire an aura.
— Susan Sontag, On Photography
Designers for enchantment will thus leverage robots for their innate abilities such as infinite memory, patience, and precision. They will graft these to the genius that makes us human: synthesis and leaps of creative insight. Enchanted objects will pair the capabilities of human and machine to deliver more. More omniscience, more telepathy, more immortality, more safekeeping, more teleportation, and more expression.
— David Rose, Enchanted Objects
Our past is not a faithful record. Instead it’s a reconstruction, and sometimes it can border on mythology. When we review our life memories, we should do so with the awareness that not all the details are accurate. Some came from stories that people told us about ourselves; others were filled in with what we thought must have happened. So if your answer to who you are is based simply on your memories, that makes your identity something of a strange, ongoing, mutable narrative.
— David Eagleman, The Brain: The Story of You