There is a certain seductiveness about dead things. You can ill treat, alter and recolour what's dead. It won’t complain.

We are all historians in our small way.

The rebellion of art is a daily rebellion against the state of living death routinely called real life.

Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalization. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable.

Slightest accidents open up new worlds.

I don't understand why people talk of art as a luxury when it's a mind-altering possibility.

I do not accept that life has an ordinary shape, or that there is anything ordinary about life at all. We make it ordinary, but it is not.