The Suicide, as she is falling, Illuminated by the moon, Regrets her act, and finds appalling The thought she will be dead so soon.

I don't know what it is I'm doing. But it's not that. Despite all evidence to the contrary.

If you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point.

All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.... You can describe all the externals of a performance - everything, in fact, but what really constitutes its core. Explaining something makes it go away, so to speak; what's important is what's left over after you've explained everything else.

This is the theory… that anything that is art… is presumably about some certain thing, but is really always about something else, and it’s no good having one without the other, because if you just have the something it is boring and if you just have the something else it’s irritating.

I've never had any intentions about anything. That's why I am where I am today, which is neither here nor there, in a literal sense.

Only art means anything.