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“Prizing elegance, sweet emotions, and fantasy more than morals and truth; wallowing in fleeting romance rather than trying to give meaning to life, when who knows what's going to happen to you anyway; ignoring virtue and conventions to cherish only the pleasures you are definitely experiencing now: this is the Cocoro of Rococo. No matter how much deep thought, hard work, and agonizing effort went into coaxing out some insight, if that insight is boring, or not beautiful, it doesn't matter. And even if something is made just for laughs, if you find it pleasing, it has value. Other people's opinions and labor do not figure into your assessment; choosing things with your own personal sense of "I like this, I don't like that" is the ultimate individualism that sustains the very foundation of Rococo. Rococo, therefore, embodies the spirit of punk rock and anarchism more than any philosophy. Only in Rococo—elegant yet in bad taste, extravagant yet defiant and lawless—can I discover the meaning of life.”
― novala takemoto, Kamikaze Girls

“She had the kind of brilliant, decadent, Rococo beauty that made his fingers itch to grab a pencil or a paintbrush.”
― Talia Hibbert, Get a Life, Chloe Brown

“I'm a Baroque person. More than Baroque, I'm a Rococo person. I don't draw straight lines.”
― Nuno Roque

“Tierna, esbelta. graciosa, encantadora, juguetona y coqueta. aquella muchacha de diecinueve años se convierte desde el primer momento en la diosa del rococó, el prototipo de la moda y del gusto dominantes”
― Stefan Zweig, Maria Antonieta

“...crossed the room to where a selection of implements was arranged on a table top. These could have been mistaken for the trade tools of a cook, physician, or torturer, save for the fact that the surface on which they rested was a slab of polished pink marble, topping a white and gilt dressing table-cum-sculpture, done up in the new, hyper-Baroque style named Rococo. It was adorned, for example, with several cherubs, bows drawn, eyes asquint, as they drew beads on unseen targets, butt cheeks polished to a luster with jeweler’s rouge. It had, in other words, all the earmarks of a gift that had been sent to the princess by someone with a lot of money who did not know her very well.”
― Neal Stephenson