Quotes / Mad Artist

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    Anime and Manga 

Like I always say, destruction is the purest form of art.
Kato, a.k.a. Rainbow Parakeet, Astro Boy

Art is a bang!
Deidara, Naruto

    Comic Books 

That's why some days [The Joker]'s a mischievous clown and others a psychopathic killer. He has no real personality. He creates himself each day. He sees himself as the lord of misrule and the world as a theater of the absurd.

    Film - Live-Action 

I do what other people only dream: I make art until someone dies. (giggles) I am the world's first fully-functioning homicidal artist.

This guy must have 500, maybe 600 bodies down there. Stuck up on the walls like some psycho version of the Sistine Chapel!
Darry Jenner, Jeepers Creepers

Think beyond splattering blood on canvas. When our masterpiece is complete and the coroner's report is back in it will read "the cause of death... art."
Alexander, Murder Party

    Literature 

The criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic.

The MM is the Matter Manipulator - flesh sculptor. Old forgotten art form practised by certain sick fucks in the Middle Ages, only back then they usually used dead bodies. The MM made the freaks what they are. Nasty shit - small guy, shifty eyes, wears a hat. Lives in the funhouses, which between you and me ain't no funhouse, and hardly ever comes out except when someone's been actin' up and the boss wants to scare 'em straight.

    Live-Action TV 

Marcus is an expert. (Some say "artist," but I've never been very comfortable with labels.) He's a bloody king of torture, he is. Humans, demons, politicians, makes no difference. They say he invented some of the classics, but he won't tell me which ones.
Spike, Angel, "In the Dark"

Using Gilbert and Sullivan for genocide is very creative. Me, I'm more of a jazz artist. Like Miles Davis with 12-gauge.
Gunter, Bullet in the Face

Trin-E: I think he'd look good with a dog's head.
Zu-Zana: Or maybe no head at all! That would be so outrageous.
Trin-E: And then we could stitch your legs to the middle of your chest.
Zu-Zana: Nothing is too extreme.
Doctor Who, "Bad Wolf"

King: You'll never get off the ship.
Lenore: It will become a floating tomb, drifting through space with the soul of the great Karidian giving performances at every star he touches.
Star Trek: The Original Series, "Conscience of a King"

Dr. Crusher: (observes sketches) You should be drawing, not killing people.
Finn: I can do both.
Star Trek: The Next Generation, "The High Ground"

We're his canvas, his blocks of marble. With us he practices his ghastly art.
Unnamed Physician, Star Trek: Voyager, "The Thaw"

    Tabletop Games 

Your sire broke you. You lost your money, your job, your family, and any trace of self-respect. In the wreckage, you found your soul and immortality through the grace of Set. Now you draw and paint again... and your long-suppressed talent consumes you with demands fiercer than the Beast.
Mystic Artist, Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Followers Of Set

Like any composer worth of the title, you are haunted by music. it's possible that some of what you hear is fragments of memoires filtered in through the Madness Network; then again, maybe it's just pure inspiration. You aren't drawn quite by choice to the courts of vampiric society, but you often have to justify your existence to the prince by providing him and his hangers-on with new entertainment. Thankfully, your skill is such that you never leave him bored - quizzical, drained and disturbed, but never bored.
The music you create is far from ordinary; it's the work of a mad Mozart. Those who listen to it in it's entirety are exposed to notes that are... subversive, you might call them. Subtly and mercilessly, your work insinuates itself into the listener, roosting in their skulls, never fully leaving them. Pity the poor monster who attunes himself to one of your recitals with Auspex...
The Composer, Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Malkavian (Revised)

In the modern nights, the Toreador antitribu have similar interests as their Camarilla siblings, only their appreciation for the aesthetic has grown to include pain, savagery, cruelty and depravity. How is a rose, sonnet or portrait any more enrapturing than a masterfully-executed flaying, reason the Toreador antitribu? What is beauty, if not subjective?
Vampire: The Masquerade - Guide to the Sabbat

    Theatre 

They say your ship was sinking, John
You'd started missing cues
They say it wasn't Lincoln, John
You'd merely had a slew of bad reviews
— "Ballad of Booth", Assassins

    Video Games 

When Picasso became bored of painting people, he started representing them as cubes and other abstract forms. The world called him a genius! I've spent my entire surgical career creating the same tired shapes over and over again: the upturned nose, the cleft chin, the ample bosom. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could do with a knife what that old Spaniard did with a brush?
Dr. Steinman, BioShock

I want to take the ears off, but I can't.
I hop, and when I hop, I never get off the ground.
It's my curse, my eternal curse!
I want to take the ears off but I can't!
It's my curse! It's my fucking curse!
I want to take the ears off! Please! Take them off! PLEASE!
— "The Wild Bunny," by Sander Cohen, BioShock

Critical Killing
Is an art unto itself
And I am Rembrandt
Zer0, Borderlands 2

Urist McArtist cancels task: taken by mood.
Urist McArtist looses a roaring laughter, fell and terrible!
(Urist McArtist drags Urist McVictim into the nearest butcher shop or tanner shop, brutally murders McVictim and makes a random object out of the leather or bone.)
— A possible scenario in Dwarf Fortress

Deacon: Look at the brushwork. And the bold use of color. Oh, and how batshit crazy the painter was, don't forget that.
Piper: Huh, are these abstract- oh God.
Curie: For medical research, autopsy and the study of the human body is important. But this? This is sick.
MacCready: Oh. Great. Thanks for the Nightmare Fuel.
Cait: I dunno, I kind of like these paintings. Feels good knowin' someone out there is more miserable than me.
— Companion responses to Pickman's Gallery, Fallout 4

All architects before me only knew how to build... create... only I am bold enough to destroy! Let's start... with that little school over there!
Mr. Mechanical, Freedom Force

I've sold almost a hundred million books. That number baffles even me; I'm not what you would call a populist. Murder, rape, incest, infanticide, sick twisted and cruel characters suffering similar fates; monsters - human and inhuman - haunting desolate spaces; a world controlled by misanthropes torn asunder, reduced to bodily fluids... And still people keep reading. Says a whole lot about the state of the world, doesn't it? My head isn't a good place for a visit, but you read one of my novels, that's exactly where you're going.
Sam Krieg, The Secret World

Revulsion is instinctual... and instinct is a powerful level to work toward. To evoke it, a glorious accomplishment! Revulsion is a striking colour on my palette. I see wonderment in your dead eyes: you long to wield such power as deftly as I!
Andrei the Tzimisce, Vampire: The Masquerade Bloodlines

    Webcomics 

"Torture" is such an inelegant word. I'm an artist. Their testicles are my canvas.
Revolver Ocelot, The Last Days of FOXHOUND

    Web Original 

The Joker isn't a criminal. And he isn't even really a terrorist. He's more like a... terror-philosopher. And The Dark Knight is his Republic. He commits crimes like grad school students write dissertations, planned out to direct the reader or, in his case, society to their way of thinking. His endgame isn't to rule Gotham, it's to create more people like him. He's like a self-replicating idea-virus.

UTILIZE the canvas! Expose the people to Art reality. Art is for the people & people are for Art. Mourn the loss as a cochineal or spent paint.
One of many different manifestos from the "art terrorist" group Are We Cool Yet?, as cataloged by the SCP Foundation

"She also took to painting the walls again, but now she would walk down the halls naked and dripping with black paint, just dripping all over the fucking carpet, before pressing her flesh into the walls, leaving behind impressions of her body everywhere. These paintings were of seductive poses, of power poses. Poses that intimidated and marked her territory. Poses that seemed to watch you as you walked through the halls. She bent and contorted her body to leave haunting faces on the walls and other unsettling abstract imagery."
Corin Deeth III on Belladonica, Kakos Industries

    Real Life 

Poetry implies either a happy gift of nature or a strain of madness.

In 1971 H.H. found a second home at the White House, assigned with G. Gordon Liddy to "the Room 16 project" where the administration prepared its crimes. Room 16 marks the high point of H.H.'s career; his art and arts were now perfected. Masterfully, he forged; he burglarized; he conspired. The Shakespeare of the CIA had found, as it were, his Globe Theatre. Nothing was beyond him - including tragedy.
Gore Vidal, "The Art and Arts of E. Howard Hunt"


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