She had lost the art of conversation but not, unfortunately, the power of speech. – George Bernard Shaw

Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas! – David Herbert Lawrence

In fact, in many ways my mother was quite hippy-dippy, serving macrobiotic food and reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. – Kristin Scott Thomas