When people ask me how to find happiness in life I tell them, First learn how to cook.

Found objects, chance creations, ready-mades (mass-produced items promoted into art objects, such as Duchamp's "Fountain"-urinal as sculpture) abolish the separation between art and life. The commonplace is miraculous if rightly seen.

Here is something we can all count on. Sooner or later our tribe always comes to ask us to agree to murder.

The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.

The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.

The world is beautiful but not sayable. That's why we need art.

The poem I want to write is impossible. A stone that floats.