It's very interesting how life imitates art, and art imitates life; I find, whenever I read scenes of some magnitude, I'm like, 'Oh, I feel like I've experienced this,' or 'I am experiencing this,' or 'I might start to experience it soon.'
I feel like life imitates art, or art imitates life. I always take on roles that I'm passionate about.
Paradoxically though it may seem, it is none the less true that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.
I feel like art imitates life and life imitates art.
"Art Imitates life," of course, is that phrase by Oscar Wilde. I called that song "Art Imitates Life" because Oh No was in the studio and he actually came up with that hook. When I was trying to figure out a name for the record, it just kind of made sense.
Art imitates life and, sometimes, life imitates art. It's a weird combination of elements.
Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.
Art imitates life. Life imitates high school.
Life imitates art -- but badly.
Sometimes art imitates life.
Life imitates art and back around.
Life doesn't imitate art, it imitates bad television.
At first, art imitates life. Then life will imitate art.Then life will find its very existence from the arts.
Art may imitate life, but life imitates TV.
Life imitates art but art intimidates life.
Perhaps the least cheering statement ever made on the subject of art is that life imitates it.