Not only is the statistical madness an assault on individuality, it's also one on temporality too. Statistics - even when accurate - are only an image of the past that can then be Photoshopped before being pasted on to the future.

As far as I can see, the history of experimental art in the twentieth century is intimately bound up with the experience of intoxification.

The cynics are correct the sense of freewill is only that feeling which we have when we take the necessitated option that most appeals to us.

I'm going to end up like one of those old weirdos who lives in a network of tunnels burrowed through trash - yet I do not fear this.

It is not that sport, over-indulged in, coarsens the mind; it is that it dulls it.

If you believe something, you can have a morality that means something as well. You can feel recognized as an individual within the universe; it can give meaning to who you are.

As the render is to the building, and the blueprint to the machine, so sport is to social existence.