Art is a form of consciousness.

Thinking, writing are ultimately questions of stamina.

Art is seduction, not rape.

Ours is a culture based on excess, on overproduction; the result is a steady loss of sharpness in our sensory experience. All the conditions of modern life - its material plenitude, its sheer crowdedness - conjoin to dull our sensory faculties

Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future.

The traditional metaphor for a spiritual investigation is that of the voyage or the journey. From this image I must dissociate myself. I do not consider myself a voyager, I have preferred to stand still.

You can always be quoted.