Confidence is the prize given to the mediocre

In art there is no progress, only fluctuations of intensity.

We've got a recipe for disaster. It's huge -- this combination of body image issues and the drug's weight loss appeal.

What we need more of is slow art: art that holds time as a vase holds water: art that grows out of modes of perception and making whose skill and doggedness make you think and feel; art that isn’t merely sensational, that doesn’t get its message across in ten seconds, that isn’t falsely iconic, that hooks onto something deep-running in our natures. In a word, art that is the very opposite of mass media.

A Gustave Courbet portrait of a trout has more death in it than Rubens could get in a whole Crucifixion.

Political stress is always apt to shrink the private arena and attach it on to the public

What strip mining is to nature the art market has become to culture.