If the Internet exists at all in the future, it will be on a much-reduced scale from what we enjoy today, and all the activities of everyday life are not going to reside on it.

The immersive ugliness of our everyday environments in America is entropy made visible.

I am a sur le motif painter, always in-the-field, with a French easel that folds up into a box, with backpack straps on it. Many of the sites I haunt are desolately beautiful. Few other people go there. I am gloriously alone, unmolested, and absorbed in attempting to see what I am looking at.

My own opinion is that the suburban project is over. We are done. We don't know it yet. For about five years or so the people who deliver all that crap - developers, realtors, various money people - have kicked back waiting for the system to get going again, to resume all their accustomed behavior. They wait in vain. They just haven't figured out that we face a new disposition of things.

When a society is stressed, when it comes up against things that are hard to understand, you get a lot of delusional thinking.

America does not want change, except from the cash register at Wal-Mart.

The twentieth century was about getting around. The twenty-first century will be about staying in a place worth staying in.