“The loveliest creations of men are persistently painful. What would be the description of happiness?”
“Reality is perception. Perception is description. Description is creation. Creation is life.”
“Pain is pain. It needs no description.”
“He wanted to achieve something of surpassing beauty that would last. A creation that would mean that he--the mosaic worker Caius Crispus of Varena--had been born, and lived a life, and had come to understand a portion of the nature of the world, of what ran through and beneath the deeds of women and men in their souls and in the beauty and the pain of their short living beneath the sun.”
“...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.”
“I was stupid, the official descriptive phrase for happy.”