At a certain moment the canvas began to appear to one American painter after another as an arena in which to act-rather than as a space in which to reproduce, re-design, analyze or express an object, actual or imagined. What was to go on the canvas was not a picture but an event.

Avant-gardism is an addiction that can be appeased only by a revolution in permanence.

No degree of dullness can safeguard a work against the determination of critics to find it fascinating.

The differences between revolution in art and revolution in politics are enormous. Revolution in art lies not in the will to destroy but in the revelation of what has already been destroyed. Art kills only the dead.

What better way to prove that you understand a subject than to make money out of it?

The aim of every authentic artist is not to conform to the history of art, but to release himself from it in order to replace it with his own history.

One of the grotesqueries of present-day American life is the amount of reasoning that goes into displaying the wisdom secreted in bad movies while proving that modern art is meaningless. They have put into practice the notion that a bad art work cleverly interpreted according to some obscure Method is more rewarding than a masterpiece wrapped in silence.