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.'
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.
Not only does art imitate life but life imitates art. Perhaps we not only learn about life from stories, perhaps we make our lives through the stories we tell ourselves about the things that happen to us.
Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer, life imitates art.
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.
Art imitates life. It's definitely helpful to feel that way. You feel that way when you're leading a show and you're on a set.