"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!"
, plastic surgeon, Bioshock
"This guy must have 500, maybe 600 bodies down there. Stuck up on the walls like some psycho version of the Sistine Chapel!
"Art is a bang!"
, right before blowing himself up
Dr. Crusher: (observes sketches)
You should be drawing, not killing people. Finn:
I can do both.
"We're his canvas, his blocks of marble. With us he practices his ghastly art."
"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."
("In the Dark")
"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."
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.)
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.
"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."
"Is an art unto itself"
"And I am Rembrandt"''
"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."
"The Joker isnít a criminal. And he isnít even really a terrorist. Heís more like aÖ terror-philosopher. And The Dark Knight is his Republic. He commits crimes like grad school students write dissertations, planned out to direct the reader ó or, in his case, society ó to their way of thinking. His endgame isnít to rule Gotham, itís to create more people like him. Heís like a self-replicating idea-virus."
"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"