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The Sculptor Quotes
The Sculptor
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“To be a "thing" that thinks and moves and wants...that's MIRACULOUS.”
― The Sculptor
― The Sculptor
“> First, move out of that big Manhattan loft and head upstate. You'll find a little place you can afford and start a new life. Maybe get a job teaching at a community college. Maybe meet a girl at Best Buy, start dating. She'll put up with your crazy habits. You'll put up with her musical tastes.
> I don't understand. What's going on here?
> Time will pass. You'll make it official. You'll settle down, get a starter house. Two boys. Yellow Lab. Minivan.
> That. . . That isn't me.
> Why not? It could be. You'll make art in the basement for yourself for a while. The boys'll get married. Have kids of their own. Maybe y'get divorced. Meet someone new. And yeah, you'll wonder what could have been. But less, as the years go by. "Just wasn't meant to be," you'll say. And there'll be good times along the way. Sweet memories. Until it starts to wind down. Until your body fails. Until you don't recognize the world around you. Until it's time to go.
> That. . . isn't me. It can't be.
> Why not? It's a decent life. Food, sex, running water, a roof. Not to mention love and family. Those aren't small things.
> But it's not enough.
> You kids, you're so spoiled! Y'know billions would kill for a life like that. So what if the art thing didn't work out? Is it really that important?
> It's all I have.”
― The Sculptor
> I don't understand. What's going on here?
> Time will pass. You'll make it official. You'll settle down, get a starter house. Two boys. Yellow Lab. Minivan.
> That. . . That isn't me.
> Why not? It could be. You'll make art in the basement for yourself for a while. The boys'll get married. Have kids of their own. Maybe y'get divorced. Meet someone new. And yeah, you'll wonder what could have been. But less, as the years go by. "Just wasn't meant to be," you'll say. And there'll be good times along the way. Sweet memories. Until it starts to wind down. Until your body fails. Until you don't recognize the world around you. Until it's time to go.
> That. . . isn't me. It can't be.
> Why not? It's a decent life. Food, sex, running water, a roof. Not to mention love and family. Those aren't small things.
> But it's not enough.
> You kids, you're so spoiled! Y'know billions would kill for a life like that. So what if the art thing didn't work out? Is it really that important?
> It's all I have.”
― The Sculptor
