In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance.

Although wherever you are going is always in front of you, there is no such thing as straight ahead.

That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.

Art can make a difference because it pulls people up short. It says, don't accept things for their face value; you don't have to go along with any of this; you can think for yourself.

Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.

I can't catch her by copying her, I can't draw her with a borrowed stencil. She is all the things a lover should be and quite a few a lover should not. Pin her down? She's not a butterfly. I'm not a wrestler. She's not a target. I'm not a gun. Tell you what she is? She's not Lot no. 27 and I'm not one to brag.

The impulse to worship is impossible to eradicate. Even the most prosaic have to worship something.