A Quote by Jack Vance

Vance has a genius in evoking the beauty of strangeness, the strangeness of beauty. — © Jack Vance
Vance has a genius in evoking the beauty of strangeness, the strangeness of beauty.
I don't like standard beauty - there is no beauty without strangeness.
There is no beauty without some strangeness
Strangeness is an ingredient necessary in beauty.
Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.
Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.
Photography is the recording of strangeness and beauty with beguiling precision.
There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.
It is the addition of strangeness to beauty that constitutes the romantic character in art.
In Los Angeles, I feel connected to a hubbub of strangeness. And I enjoy that; I like strangeness.
Having lived long enough to go at least once or twice around the block, I'm noticing that the strangeness is not receding The strangeness seems to be accelerating.
The first progressive step for a mind overwhelmed by the strangeness of things is to realize that this feeling of strangeness is shared with all men and that human reality, in its entirety, suffers from the distance which separates it from the rest of the universe.
We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty, the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the imagination.
'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' had a formative effect on me. I think it's one of those works that if you encounter it very early you're doubly enchanted by the beauty of the language and the strangeness of the vision. It stays with you.
The storyline of a fantasy novel is filled with such a sense of enchantment, beauty and strangeness; it allows the writer to explore the big ontological questions of life that would sound like a sermon in a social realist novel.
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise . . . that denseness and that strangeness of the world is absurd.
The joy of a party is the newness of people to each other, renewed strikingness of humanity. They love each other, to distraction. Really to distraction. Before they fall into conversation and separate. ... The strangeness, and the hopes aroused by strangeness, are illusions. Mirages arising wherever people gather expectantly together.
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