Now that rates are moving up, we're seeing more aggressive offerings from banks.

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

I have never been against new art as such; some of it is good, much is crap, most is somewhere in between.

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

Far from affording artists continuous inspiration, mass-media sources for art have become a dead end. They have combined with the abstractness of institutional art teaching to produce a fine-arts culture given over to information and not experience. This faithfully echoes the drain of concreteness from modern existence- the reign of mere unassimilated data instead of events that gain meaning by being absorbed into the fabric of imaginative life.

Art grows out of modes of perception that make you feel and think...that hooks on to something deep-running in our natures.

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