“Everything is art,' Tim says, a far-off look suddenly clouding those hazel eyes. 'Death is art. Life is art. Pain is art.”
“The art of life is the art of avoiding pain.”
“the art of life, mostly, the art of avoiding pain”
“He was defeated. Competitive him, who'd spent most of his life perfecting the art of winning. He'd been trounced by a woman. Killed with one look from those hazel eyes.”
“Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off.”
“Art is not in some far-off place.”