While it may be a really trying, weird time for the art world, I see good work all the time. If you just go around to that many galleries, and if you stay open, you're going to see work with enough energy and surprise. I don't think I've ever gone to the galleries without coming home thinking, Gee, I now know something I didn't know this morning.

The Met is not only the finest encyclopedic museum of art in the United States; it is arguably the finest anywhere.

Koons's work has always stood apart for its one-at-a-time perfection, epic theatricality, a corrupted, almost sick drive for purification, and an obsession with traditional artistic values.

The price of a work of art has nothing to do with what the work of art is, can do, or is worth on an existential, alchemical level.

I like that the art world isn't regulated.

Art is a self-replicating force.

The New York art world readily proves people wrong. Just when folks say that things stink and flibbertigibbet critics wish the worst on us all because we're not pure enough, good omens appear.