Now that things are so simple, there's so much to do.

Art is sort of an experimental station in which one tries out living.

Beware of losing what isn't in your head.

Where does beauty begin? Where does it end? Where it ends is where the artist begins.

The world is teeming; anything can happen.

I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I'm doing.

Try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.