Quote by Andrew Wyeth
I surrendered to a world of my imagination, reenacting all those w

I surrendered to a world of my imagination, reenacting all those wonderful tales my father would read aloud to me. I became a very active reader, especially history and Shakespeare. – Andrew Wyeth

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Its all in how you arrange the thing… the careful balance of the design is the motion. – Andrew Wyeth

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I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. – Andrew Wyeth

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I cant work completely out of my imagination. I must put my foot in a bit of truth and then I can fly free. – Andrew Wyeth

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Theres no great mystery to acting. Its a very simple thing to do but you have to work hard at it. Its about asking questions and using your imagination. – Eddie Marsan

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They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea. – Francis Bacon

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With the world as it now presents itself, there is something perverse, and probably dysfunctional, about a person who stays in the same house for 40 years. What about the expanding family syndrome, the school-lottery migration, the property portfolio neurosis? Have you no imagination? – Iain Sinclair

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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination. – Richard Wright

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I am quite sure that in the hereafter she will take me by the hand and lead me to my proper seat. – Bernard Baruch

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