Suck the marrow out of life. It’s a good quote, vivid, visceral, wild. I don’t even know if I’m remembering it right, but I remember the moment from Dead Poet’s Society. The kids excited, savoring the words, sucking the marrow, and they don’t understand what it means, but it sounds great, sounds full of passion, full of life. They want strong feelings. They desire intensity. They will shake the thunder from the sky.
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Once upon a time, I was very opinionated about the meaning of art. Okay, I used to be opinionated about a lot of things and very passionately opinionated about a select few—like art. Passionately opinionated being the diplomatically polite way to put it. I was young, didn’t know any better. These things happen.
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