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

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is a hallucinating idiot...for he sees what no one else does: things that, to everyone else, are not there.

Language is a form of organized stutter.

If the work of the city is the remaking or translating of man into a more suitable form than his nomadic ancestors achieved, then might not our current translation of our entire lives into the spiritual form of information seem to make of the entire.

Human perception is literally incarnation.

We look at the present through a rear view mirror. We march backwards into the future.

Fish did not discover water.