We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.

The desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body.

Holidays are in no sense an alternative to the congestion and bustle of the cities and work. Quite the contrary. People look to escape into an intensification of the conditions of ordinary life, into a deliberate aggravation of those conditions: further from nature, nearer to artifice, to abstraction, to total pollution, to well above average levels of stress, pressure, concentration and monotony - this is the ideal of popular entertainment. No one is interested in overcoming alienation; the point is to plunge into it to the point of ecstasy. That is what holidays are for.

A successful object is one which exists beyond its own reality, which creates a dual (and not merely interactlve) relation (with its users also), a relation of contradiction, misappropriation and destablilisation.

We shall never resolve the enigma of the relation between the negative foundations of greatness and that greatness itself.

There is no human reason to be here, except for the sheer ecstasy of being crowded together.

Art does not die because there is no more art. It dies because there is too much.