The aim of all commentary on art now should be to make works of art - and, by analogy, our own experience - more, rather than less, real to us. The function of criticism should be to show how it is what it is, even that it is what it is, rather than to show what it means.

Shouting has never made me understand anything.

I don’t care about someone being intelligent; any situation between people, when they are really human with each other, produces ‘intelligence.

I write in spurts. I write when I have to because the pressure builds up and I feel enough confidence that something has matured in my head and I can write it down. But once something is really under way, I don't want to do anything else. I don't go out, much of the time I forget to eat, I sleep very little. It's a very undisciplined way of working and makes me not very prolific. But I'm too interested in many other things.

Taste has no system and no proofs.

In the final analysis, style is art. And art is nothing more or less than various modes of stylized, dehumanized representation.

Mad people = People who stand alone and burn. I'm attracted to them because they give me permission to do the same.