“Hope was a hummingbird. Tiny in size and fragile by nature. Beautiful.”
―
T.S. Joyce,
Coveted by the Bear
“This life requires scars. Some are more obvious than others, and some are only on the inside. What matters is how you spend your time during the good parts.” ― T.S. Joyce, Bear the Burn
“BEASTON: Strong women don’t do well in cages.” ― T.S. Joyce, Red Havoc Rogue
“Her timing sucked. She was pretty sure the Fates were smoking joints and sitting around laughing at their crystal ball.” ― T.S. Joyce, Claim the Bear
“He made an angry clicking sound behind his teeth. “You already broke my leg.” And he had the permanent limp to prove it. Willa’s eyebrows wrenched upward. “You have two legs. I can play that game twice.” ― T.S. Joyce, Gray Back Broken Bear
“The point is that you have here a direct, unmistakable assault on sanity and decency; and even - since some of Dali’s pictures would tend to poison the imagination like a pornographic postcard - on life itself. What Dali has done and what he has imagined is debatable, but in his outlook, his character, the bedrock decency of a human being does not exist. He is as anti-social as a flea. Clearly, such people are undesirable, and a society in which they can flourish has something wrong with it.Now, if you showed this book, with its illustrations, to Lord Elton, to Mr. Alfred Noyes, to The Times leader writers who exult over the “eclipse of the highbrow” - in fact, to any “sensible” art-hating English person - it is easy to imagine what kind of response you would get. They would flatly refuse to see any merit in Dali whatever. Such people are not only unable to admit that what is morally degraded can be æsthetically right, but their real demand of every artist is that he shall pat them on the back and tell them that thought is unnecessary. And they can be especially dangerous at a time like the present, when the Ministry of Information and the British Council put power into their hands. For their impulse is not only to crush every new talent as it appears, but to castrate the past as well. Witness the renewed highbrow-baiting that is now going on in this country and America, with its outcry not only against Joyce, Proust and Lawrence, but even against T. S. Eliot.But if you talk to the kind of person who can see Dali’s merits, the response that you get is not as a rule very much better. If you say that Dali, though a brilliant draughtsman, is a dirty little scoundrel, you are looked upon as a savage. If you say that you don’t like rotting corpses, and that people who do like rotting corpses are mentally diseased, it is assumed that you lack the æsthetic sense. Since “Mannequin rotting in a taxicab” is a good composition. And between these two fallacies there is no middle position, but we seldom hear much about it. On the one side Kulturbolschewismus: on the other (though the phrase itself is out of fashion) “Art for Art’s sake.” Obscenity is a very difficult question to discuss honestly. People are too frightened either of seeming to be shocked or of seeming not to be shocked, to be able to define the relationship between art and morals.It will be seen that what the defenders of Dali are claiming is a kind of benefit of clergy. The artist is to be exempt from the moral laws that are binding on ordinary people. Just pronounce the magic word “Art,” and everything is O.K.” ― George Orwell, Dickens, Dali And Others
“Sure, he was a too-honest-for-his-own-good kidnapper, but he probably treated Brooke like a queen.” ― T.S. Joyce, Woodcutter Werebear
“The parts of our lives that take the most work are the most worth it.” ― T.S. Joyce, Second of the Winterset Coven
“Beast, before I fuck up my car, you have to say it.” Beast growled. “Say it!” Dustin yelled. “Aw fuck, Dustin! You’re my best friend!” The line went dead,” ― T.S. Joyce, Blackwing Beast
“....there was nothing on this earth sexier than a strong woman.” ― T.S. Joyce, Wolf Fur Hire
“Mason groaned. “Clinton, you’re so dumb it gives me a headache. You heard Cora. She said keep Damon from eating people, not feed people to him.” “Who” ― T.S. Joyce, Boarlander Silverback
“This life required scars,...Some were on the outside, and some they carried on the inside. But scars weren’t shameful. They meant survival. They meant putting in work. They meant sticking around and getting through the hard stuff just on the chance that things could get better.” ― T.S. Joyce, Red Havoc Bad Bear
“Oh, she felt like dirt. Less than dirt. She felt like the bacteria on the dirt that earthworms ate and then pooped out. Here” ― T.S. Joyce, Dawson Fur Hire
“Oh yeah? You already got a little devil in you?” “No. I have a wicked little rainbow unicorn that shoots glitter and sparkles from its horn and gets bored easily and makes questionable decisions.” ― T.S. Joyce, For the Pride of a Crow
“A weak man was intimidated by a strong woman.” ― T.S. Joyce, Husband Fur Hire
“Do you ever think about the words that come from your mouth before you speak them?” Vyr asked Nox. “No. Why would I do that?” ― T.S. Joyce, Son of Kong
“A week ago, if someone had told her she’d be sitting in a hillbilly hot tub with a bunch of sexy, shirtless lumberjacks, chucking darts at one of her paintings and smiling harder than she had in months, she would’ve told them they were crazy. And” ― T.S. Joyce, Lumberjack Werebear
“What’s the point of living until old age if you forget to live on your way there?” ― T.S. Joyce, For The Love Of An Outlaw
“Take care of her? She isn’t Snow White, and we aren’t the seven dwarves. She” ― T.S. Joyce, Lumberjack Werebear
“This life requires scars. Some are more obvious than others, and some are only on the inside. What matters is how you spend your time during the good parts.” ― T.S. Joyce, Bear the Burn
“BEASTON: Strong women don’t do well in cages.” ― T.S. Joyce, Red Havoc Rogue
“Her timing sucked. She was pretty sure the Fates were smoking joints and sitting around laughing at their crystal ball.” ― T.S. Joyce, Claim the Bear
“He made an angry clicking sound behind his teeth. “You already broke my leg.” And he had the permanent limp to prove it. Willa’s eyebrows wrenched upward. “You have two legs. I can play that game twice.” ― T.S. Joyce, Gray Back Broken Bear
“The point is that you have here a direct, unmistakable assault on sanity and decency; and even - since some of Dali’s pictures would tend to poison the imagination like a pornographic postcard - on life itself. What Dali has done and what he has imagined is debatable, but in his outlook, his character, the bedrock decency of a human being does not exist. He is as anti-social as a flea. Clearly, such people are undesirable, and a society in which they can flourish has something wrong with it.Now, if you showed this book, with its illustrations, to Lord Elton, to Mr. Alfred Noyes, to The Times leader writers who exult over the “eclipse of the highbrow” - in fact, to any “sensible” art-hating English person - it is easy to imagine what kind of response you would get. They would flatly refuse to see any merit in Dali whatever. Such people are not only unable to admit that what is morally degraded can be æsthetically right, but their real demand of every artist is that he shall pat them on the back and tell them that thought is unnecessary. And they can be especially dangerous at a time like the present, when the Ministry of Information and the British Council put power into their hands. For their impulse is not only to crush every new talent as it appears, but to castrate the past as well. Witness the renewed highbrow-baiting that is now going on in this country and America, with its outcry not only against Joyce, Proust and Lawrence, but even against T. S. Eliot.But if you talk to the kind of person who can see Dali’s merits, the response that you get is not as a rule very much better. If you say that Dali, though a brilliant draughtsman, is a dirty little scoundrel, you are looked upon as a savage. If you say that you don’t like rotting corpses, and that people who do like rotting corpses are mentally diseased, it is assumed that you lack the æsthetic sense. Since “Mannequin rotting in a taxicab” is a good composition. And between these two fallacies there is no middle position, but we seldom hear much about it. On the one side Kulturbolschewismus: on the other (though the phrase itself is out of fashion) “Art for Art’s sake.” Obscenity is a very difficult question to discuss honestly. People are too frightened either of seeming to be shocked or of seeming not to be shocked, to be able to define the relationship between art and morals.It will be seen that what the defenders of Dali are claiming is a kind of benefit of clergy. The artist is to be exempt from the moral laws that are binding on ordinary people. Just pronounce the magic word “Art,” and everything is O.K.” ― George Orwell, Dickens, Dali And Others
“Sure, he was a too-honest-for-his-own-good kidnapper, but he probably treated Brooke like a queen.” ― T.S. Joyce, Woodcutter Werebear
“The parts of our lives that take the most work are the most worth it.” ― T.S. Joyce, Second of the Winterset Coven
“Beast, before I fuck up my car, you have to say it.” Beast growled. “Say it!” Dustin yelled. “Aw fuck, Dustin! You’re my best friend!” The line went dead,” ― T.S. Joyce, Blackwing Beast
“....there was nothing on this earth sexier than a strong woman.” ― T.S. Joyce, Wolf Fur Hire
“Mason groaned. “Clinton, you’re so dumb it gives me a headache. You heard Cora. She said keep Damon from eating people, not feed people to him.” “Who” ― T.S. Joyce, Boarlander Silverback
“This life required scars,...Some were on the outside, and some they carried on the inside. But scars weren’t shameful. They meant survival. They meant putting in work. They meant sticking around and getting through the hard stuff just on the chance that things could get better.” ― T.S. Joyce, Red Havoc Bad Bear
“Oh, she felt like dirt. Less than dirt. She felt like the bacteria on the dirt that earthworms ate and then pooped out. Here” ― T.S. Joyce, Dawson Fur Hire
“Oh yeah? You already got a little devil in you?” “No. I have a wicked little rainbow unicorn that shoots glitter and sparkles from its horn and gets bored easily and makes questionable decisions.” ― T.S. Joyce, For the Pride of a Crow
“A weak man was intimidated by a strong woman.” ― T.S. Joyce, Husband Fur Hire
“Do you ever think about the words that come from your mouth before you speak them?” Vyr asked Nox. “No. Why would I do that?” ― T.S. Joyce, Son of Kong
“A week ago, if someone had told her she’d be sitting in a hillbilly hot tub with a bunch of sexy, shirtless lumberjacks, chucking darts at one of her paintings and smiling harder than she had in months, she would’ve told them they were crazy. And” ― T.S. Joyce, Lumberjack Werebear
“What’s the point of living until old age if you forget to live on your way there?” ― T.S. Joyce, For The Love Of An Outlaw
“Take care of her? She isn’t Snow White, and we aren’t the seven dwarves. She” ― T.S. Joyce, Lumberjack Werebear
