We already have the statistics for the future: the growth percentages of pollution, overpopulation, desertification. The future is already in place.

People change with time. There are things that happened to a person in his childhood and years later they seem to him alien and strange. I am trying to decipher that child. Sometimes he is a stranger to me. When you think about when you were 14, don't you feel a certain alienation?

Often I had to imagine the things I needed. I learned very early to read amidst noise. And so I started writing and drawing at an early age.

If work and leisure are soon to be subordinated to this one utopian principle - absolute busyness - then utopia and melancholy will come to coincide: an age without conflict will dawn, perpetually busy - and without consciousness.

Today I know that all things are watching, that nothing goes unseen, that even wallpaper has a better memory than human beings.

Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is black charcoal crushing white paper.

Removed from its more restrictive sense, masturbation has become an expression for everything that has proved, for lack of human contact, to be void of meaning. We have communication problems, suffer from egocentrism and narcissism, are frustrated by information glut and loss of environment; we stagnate despite the rising GNP.