The art of quoting
I can assure you that once you get rid of the notion of art you acquire a great many wonderful new freedoms. -- Jean Tinguely, Swiss sculptor of self-destructing "kinetic" pieces
Art as religion -- it's not even as good as God. -- Marcel Duchamp, French Dadaist, painter of "Nude Descending a Staircase"
The low orange sun
. . . the low orange sun peering over the heavy mist which was spilling . . . onto the winding road through Plumpton.
-- from "Four Days in France 2003", Dave Galle, Arun-Adur Cyclists' Touring Club
Through windshield glass he sees the children tilt onto Killingsworth and spin, knees pumping, into the low orange sun.
-- from "Youths in training for life's cycles," Spencer Heinz, Portland Sun, 9-21-98
. . . Low orange sun
frazzles in naked trees. The cold
seems unbreakably plastic . . .
-- from "An Owl Pellet", poem by William Doreski
Despite the low orange sun, still wet from its dawning, crescents of mist like the webs of tent caterpillars adhered in the crotches of the hills.
-- from "The Poorhouse Fair," John Updike