The time for your labor has been granted.

Two aesthetics exist: the passive aesthetic of mirrors and the active aesthetic of prisms. Guided by the former, art turns into a copy of the environment's objectivity or the individual's psychic history. Guided by the latter, art is redeemed, makes the world into its instrument, and forges, beyond spatial and temporal prisons, a personal vision.

Any time something is written against me, I not only share the sentiment but feel I could do the job far better myself. Perhaps I should advise would-be enemies to send me their grievances beforehand, with full assurance that they will receive my every aid and support. I have even secretly longed to write, under a pen name, a merciless tirade against myself.

We accept reality so readily - perhaps because we sense that nothing is real.

We have a very precise image - an image at times shameless - of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it.

Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures.

Life itself is a quotation.