Abstraction is everybody's zero but nobody's nought.

History is a facsimile of events held together by finally biographical information.

From the top of the quarry cliffs, one could see the New Jersey suburbs bordered by the New York City skyline.

The museums and parks are graveyards above the ground- congealed memories of the past that act as a pretext for reality.

A vacant white room with lights is still a submission to the neutral. Works of art seen in such spaces seem to be going through a kind of esthetic convalescence.

Questions about form seem as hopelessly inadequate as questions about content.

Museums are tombs, and it looks like everything is turning into a museum.