“The purpose of art is to evoke, to awaken, to enliven, to anger, to romance, to shake the soul alive. An analytical mind putting reason, meaning, or even something unseemly like a price spoiled everything we love about, well, love itself. The mystery of it. The thrill. The reckless abandon of so completely surrendering ourselves to the object of our desire. The exhilaration. The shortness of breath. The physical response at an almost cellular level.”
