I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck

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.

When you play chess alone it's always your move.

Silence is the only language god speaks.

Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.

To submit to chance is to reveal the self and its obsessions.