If you stare at a wall from four in the morning till nine at night and you do that for a week, you are getting pretty close to nothingness.

Art is anything you can do well. Anything you can do with quality.

When you look directly at an insane man all you see is a reflection of your own knowledge that he's insane, which is not to see him at all.

Quality isn't a thing. It is an event.

Mental reflection is so much more interesting than TV it's a shame more people don't switch over to it.

I've wondered why it took us so long to catch on. We saw it, and yet we didn't see it. Or rather we were trained not to see it. Conned perhaps into thinking that the real action was metropolitan and all this was just boring hinterland. It was a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away. I'm looking for the truth." And so it goes away. Puzzling.

Substance is a subspecies of value. When you reverse the containment process and define substance in terms of value the mystery disappears: substance is a "stable pattern of inorganic values." The problem then disappears. The world of objects and the world of values is unified.