Primitivism has become the vulgar cliché of much modern art and speculation.

Any breakdown is a breakthrough.

Good taste is the first refuge of the non creative. It is the last ditch stand of the artist.

We don't know who discovered water, but we know it wasn't the fish.

People hope that if they scream loudly enough about "values" then others will mistake them for serious, sensitive souls who have higher and nobler perceptions than ordinary people. Otherwise, why would they be screaming? Moral bitterness is a basic technique for endowing the idiot with dignity.

With the arrival of electric technology, man extended, or set outside himself, a live model of the central nervous system itself. To the degree that this is so, it is a development that suggests a desperate and suicidal autoamputation, as if the central nervous system could no longer depend on the physical organs to be protective buffers against the slings and arrows of outrageous mechanism.

A nomadic society cannot experience enclosed space.