Spearcrest Prince Quotes

“Because forgiveness isn’t redemption,”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Tai mo hitori wa umakarazu. It means that even sea bream tastes less delicious when you eat it alone.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Je veux qu’elle soit à moi. Je ne veux pas l’avoir parce que tu me l’as donné. Je veux pas qu’elle soit enchaînée à moi. Je veux l’avoir, de son gré.” I want her. I don’t want her because you’ve given her to me. I don’t want her chained to me. I want her to be mine of her own free will.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Love isn’t a little flower drowning in the ocean, you young fool. Love is an inferno. It’ll burn wherever it’s growing.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Come on, trésor, dis-moi. Dis-moi la vérité. La jolie vérité, la sale vérité—j’m’en fous. Mais dis-moi. Murmure, si tu veux.” Tell me the truth. The pretty truth, the dirty truth—I don't care. But tell me. Whisper it, if you like.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“the canker galls the infants of the spring, too oft before their buttons be disclosed’? What does he mean by infants?”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Because thoughts are lies? Imagination is deception?”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“So Aletheia—what is it the German guy said? Disclosure?” “Heidegger. Yes, disclosure, but also unhiddenness. Unconcealedness.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Roi Soleil.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Beautiful like a fairy prince, he’d cast a spell on me. The kind of spell that makes human maidens starve for the taste of fairy fruit and cut the ruby heart from their chests in exchange for a cruel fairy kiss.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Because to paint a true portrait, you want your subject sitting with you. You need to observe them closely, the way their features are set, the bonework beneath the flesh. You have to observe the way their clothes fold around the shape of their bodies, the way the light hits and traverses their skin, the places where their blood flows and pools. And more than that, you have to get a sense of them. Their smiles, their expressions. The movement of their eyes and arms and hands, the way their chest rises and falls. The way their gaze softens or hardens, the way they tug on their lips with their teeth, the tiny subconscious tics they have. That might be the way they bite on the skin around their nails or the way they play with their hair or bounce their leg when they’re bored or restless. When you’re painting a portrait, those are the things you want to notice. Those are the things you use to form the image of the person. Paintings aren’t photographs: they don’t just capture the surface level of what the person looks like at that very moment. Painting someone is like catching the essence of them, cupping it in your hands like a butterfly. Holding it too tightly will crush it. Hold it too loosely, and it’ll fly away from your painting, leaving it empty.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Progrès avec la petite Nishihara? Any progress with the little Nishihara?”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“This year, however, we wish to reflect a unique cohort with a unique approach to the trip theme. This year, we wish to pose the theme as a question: what is more truthful, a painting or a photograph? We wish you to question the concept of truth—or disclosure—and investigate what it means to you and how you perceive and practise that truth. Instead of the photography and fine arts classes working on the same assignment separately, you’ll be working in pairs. Between the two of you, you will need to search deep within yourselves and decide which of your art forms is the most truthful. You will present your findings in the form of a 3,000-word essay due once you return from the trip, and you will later present your work at the prestigious Spearcrest end-of-year exhibition.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Aletheia, the concept of Truth. The philosopher Heidegger differentiates the idea of Aletheia from the idea of Truth as we understand it by translating it as ‘disclosure’—the interpretation you make will be left up to you.” Truth and disclosure strike me as two very similar things, but before anybody can raise their hands for questions, Weston continues.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“combining the photography and fine arts classes. Photography and fine art are cousins—their relationship is old, intimate and sometimes fraught with conflict, but it is ultimately a close relationship. Each of you has been paired up with a fine arts student tasked with the very same assignment as you: except that their portrait will be drawn rather than photographed.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“to believe he loves photography because it’s an act of connection, but I love photography because it’s the contrary. It’s an act of separation, of possession, of conquest.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Photographs aren’t a reminder that we’re going to die. Photography has nothing to do with death. Or even life. Like most things humankind concerns itself with, photography has everything to do with power. The power to capture something. It’s the photograph, not the person being photographed, that will remain. The photographer doesn’t participate in the other person’s mortality, vulnerability, or mutability. They capture it. They control it. They own it.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“In her essay In Plato’s Cave, American philosopher and activist Susan Sontag purports that ‘All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Remember the stars. Remember how remote they are, so far from everything that nothing can possibly get to them. The world can admire your light or hide it away,”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“on Rococo portraits.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince

“Before I learned how vile love is, how predatory. The way it attaches itself to a host and infects it from the inside, leeching all life and emotions from it until the host is nothing more than a husk. The way it’s addictive even as it destroys. And if love is the drug—the poison—then sex is the cure, the crimson antidote.”
― Aurora Reed, Spearcrest Prince