But the existence of a cult does not mean that images appropriate to it automatically follow.

A determined soul will do more with a rusty monkey wrench than a loafer will accomplish with all the tools in a machine shop.

It is the nature of carnivores to get power and then, having disposed of their enemies, to deploy the emollient powers of Great Art to make themselves look like herbivores.

On Platini's presidential watch... he has to balance all the leagues, all the dreams and needs of hundreds of clubs across his continent.

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

Drawing never dies, it holds on by the skin of its teeth, because the hunger it satisfies – the desire for an active, investigative, manually vivid relation with the things we see and yearn to know about – is apparently immortal.

One gets tired of the role critics are supposed to have in this culture: It's like being the piano player in a whorehouse; you don't have any control over the action going on upstairs.