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				randomtxt[1] = "You do know you could find yourself charged with being a dominant species while under the influence of impulse-driven consumerism, don't you?";
				randomtxt[2] = "Nearly despairing in dark hours I too have wished at times that as an artist I had received a lighter gift.  Only the superficial have it easy.";
				randomtxt[3] = "The purest aim an artist can have in his work is to do his best; he is base indeed who is content to succeed without effort, without work, without giving all he has.";
				randomtxt[4] = "When I was a lad half your age, my mother told me that if stood about with my mouth open, a weasel was like to mistake it for his lair and run down my throat. If you have somthing to say, say it. Otherwise, beware of weasels.";
				randomtxt[5] = "Millions of people can draw. Art is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in some special way.";
				randomtxt[6] = "The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world.";
				randomtxt[7] = "It is the first vision that counts.  The artist has only to remain true to his dream and it will possess his work in such a manner that it will resemble the work of no other man.  For no two visions are alike, and those who reach the height have all toiled up the steep mountains by a different route.  To each has been revealed a different panorama.";
				randomtxt[8] = "when god decided to invent everything he took one breath bigger than a circustent and everything began, when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because.";
				randomtxt[9] = "Whoever undertakes to set himself up as judge in the field of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.";
				randomtxt[10] = "always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.";
				randomtxt[11] = "What is an artist? An artist is a person who knows his craft, cannot be bought, and can express the truth as he sees it.";
				randomtxt[12] = "I'm with David Hockney: Why should anyone look at something longer than it took to create it? Giving one's time to a piece sends an endorsement of sorts: this was worth my time... perhaps it's worth yours.";
				randomtxt[13] = "Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.";
				randomtxt[14] = "Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, the Tree of Knowledge is not that of life.";
				randomtxt[15] = "...because feeling, after all, is always and everywhere the one and only source of every creation. The emotions which are kindled in the human being are stronger than the human being himself. They must at all costs find an outlet - they must take on overt form - they must be communicated or put to work.";
				randomtxt[16] = "What is a drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do.";
				randomtxt[17] = "Life can only be understood by looking backward, but it must be lived by looking forward.";
				randomtxt[18] = "Sperren sie endlich ihren Kopf auf; Machen sie ihn frei fur die Forderungen der Zeit.";
				randomtxt[19] = "If we do not try to discover the religous essence, the magic sense of things, we will only add new sources of brutalization to those innumerable ones offered today.";
				randomtxt[20] = "Habitualization devours works, clothes, furniture, one\'s wife, and the fear of war... And art exists that one may recover the sensations of life; it exists to make one feel things, to make the stone stony.";
				randomtxt[21] = "Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open, maybe we're bent and broken... We were meant to live for so much more. Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside... We want more than this world's got to offer. We want more than the wars of our fathers.";
				randomtxt[22] = "I look out to the fields where blood is shed upon the ground. I breathe in, I breathe out, change the channel, mute the sound. I take a match, a cigarette, and a walk to clear my head, stomach's reeling at the thought of all those human beings dead. Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down. Should I put my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground? I need the Ghost to breathe a Northern Gale tonight, 'cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed...";

				sourcetxt[1] = " - Good Omens by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett";
				sourcetxt[2] = " - Emil Nolde";
				sourcetxt[3] = " - Guillaume Apollinaire";
				sourcetxt[4] = " - A Clash of Kings by George R R Martin";
				sourcetxt[5] = " - My Name Is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok";
				sourcetxt[6] = " - G. K. Chesterton";
				sourcetxt[7] = " - Albert Pinkham Ryder";
				sourcetxt[8] = " - e e cummings";
				sourcetxt[9] = " - Albert Einstein";
				sourcetxt[10] = " - e e cummings";
				sourcetxt[11] = " - Robert Beverly Hale";
				sourcetxt[12] = " - Barron Storey";
				sourcetxt[13] = " - Martin Luther King Jr.";
				sourcetxt[14] = " - Lord Byron";
				sourcetxt[15] = " - Kasimir Malevich";
				sourcetxt[16] = " - Vincent Van Gogh";
				sourcetxt[17] = " - Søren Kierkegaard";
				sourcetxt[18] = " - from a Dada manifesto, cicra 1915";
				sourcetxt[19] = " - Joan Miro";
				sourcetxt[20] = " - Victor Shklovsky";
				sourcetxt[21] = " - Switchfoot";
				sourcetxt[22] = " - Sixpence None the Richer";

				
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