I hate to sound like a romantic adolescent, but I believe artists don’t generally see art as a career choice; they simply can’t overcome their desire to make art, and will live on little income for as long as they have to, before they start to sell their work – or give up and get a paying job.
I think I’m a romantic person, yeah.
People expect me to be dark and gloomy, then write that I’m a jolly chap, and after all, that is what I am. I think it’s a case of an absolute romantic naivety that there should be a parallel between the work and the artist.
Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.
I don’t get off on romantic parts. But I often think if I had had my dental work done early on, well, maybe.
So many women today have become so focused on their children, they’ve developed these romantic entanglements with their children’s lives, and the husbands are secondary. They’re left out. And the romantic focus is on the children.
I’ve heard stories about movies that are really maybe difficult and really dramatic and good, but they are being sold as romantic comedies. All it’s going to do is just… that’s hurting the work, because that just makes it impossible for anyone to see it correctly.