Under the skin, intense fires burn.
All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
The rats are underneath the piles/ The Jew is underneath the lot.
Death is always there, just beneath the surface.
By choosing not to allow parts of ourselves to exist, we are forced to expend huge amounts of psychic energy to keep them beneath the surface.
Whoever would like to look and see what someone is saying behind all the show, glitter, scenery, whatever it may be, and see what ideas are being expressed beyond and below and above that, can do that, as well.
The world is satisfied with words, few care to dive beneath the surface.
All art is at once surface and symbol.
I like neurotic people. I like troubled people. Not that I don't like squared-away people, but I prefer neurotic people. I like to hear rumblings beneath the surface.
The thin and precarious crust of decency is all that separates any civilization, however impressive, from the hell of anarchy or systematic tyranny which lie in wait beneath the surface .
I don't dig beneath the surface for things that don't appear before my own eyes.
I think there's a good kid underneath everybody. I really do.
I wish they would see the real person in me. One day, they will know I'm not here for the show. My mind do shine. My heart is so kind. But that they can not see because all they see is the outside of me. Who I am, what I do is only the reaction I get from you.
Whenever I meet people who seem really sweet and unassuming, I kind of wonder about them.
Is it not clear that a reviewer's psyche, like an iceberg, is seven-eighths beneath the surface?
When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.
