I am interested in the shape of ideas even if I do not believe in them. There is a wonderful sentence in Augustine . . . "Do not despair: one of the thieves was saved; do not presume: one of the thieves was damned." That sentence had a wonderful shape. It is the shape that matters.
Habit is a compromise effected between an individual and his environment.
Love requited is a short circuit.
What are we doing here, that is the question.
To what will love not stoop!
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.