The decline of education in North America and I suppose in Western Europe makes it harder to have a common body of references.

I'm extremely interested in the Russian formalists and have been for many years. I'm more drawn to their writing, which is expressive and literary, than to writing which is extremely academic or jargon-ridden.

Photographs trade simultaneously on the prestige of art and the magic of the real.

In the valley of sorrow, spread your wings.

The work of art itself is . . . a vibrant, magical, and exemplary object which returns us to the world in some way more open and enriched.

Shouting has never made me understand anything.

Is it the obligation of great art to be continually interesting? I think not.