I love Wal-Mart. You can put that down. I love Wal-Mart. My husband and I hang out there.
The work of an artist who attempts lovingly to embrace reality, will ring false, will degenerate into kitsch.
Within the category of Kitsch we can thus distinguish between more and less successful paintings. Kitsch, too has its masterpieces.
How easy it is to wax lyrical over despair, to wallow in it, to enjoy it. This too is kitsch
The need for Kitsch arises when genuine emotion has become rare.
The Kitsch consumer wants to be enchanted.
Not all kitsch is sweet.
Social engineers veil themselves in a cloak of believability.
Consistency is a virtue for trains: what we want from a philosopher is insights, whether he comes by them consistently or not.
She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?
There is a definite difference between live shows and the recordings. The recordings are for all time, hopefully, so you do want to bring across layers of subtlety. But the live show is this primal experience that everybody's having at the same time, that the recording can at best try to imitate or duplicate.