But let's speak of art for a moment. Yes, art. I know a gentleman who makes excellent portraits. This gentleman is a camera.

You'll never know why you exist, but you'll always allow yourselves to be easily persuaded to take life seriously.

In principle, I am against principles.

Dada Dada Dada, a roaring of tense colors, and interlacing of opposites and of all contradictions, grotesques, inconsistencies: LIFE.

Everyone dances to his own personal boomboom.

Any work of art that can be understood is the product of journalism. The rest, called literature, is a dossier of human imbecility for the guidance of future professors.

Let us try for once not to be right.

Art is not the most precious manifestation of life. Art has not the celestial and universal value that people like to attribute to it. Life is far more interesting.

I write a manifesto and I want nothing, yet I say certain things, and in principle I am against manifestoes, as I am also against principles.

The summit sings what is being spoken in the depths.

Not the old, not the new, but the necessary.

If you are not able to ‘adjust everywhere’, then even the moksha, that you have in your hand, will go away.

Who are we without our memories?

Great photography is about depth of feeling, not depth of field.

We in the press like to say we're honest brokers of information, and it's just not true. The press does have an agenda.

As fast as I can tell there are only two emotions that keep the world spinning year after year...One is fear. The other is desire.

New York City is a great apartment hotel in which everyone lives and no one is at home.

Intricate minglings of different uses in cities are not a form of chaos. On the contrary, they represent a complex and highly developed form of order.

Poor human reason, when it trusts in itself, substitutes the strangest absurdities for the highest divine concepts

I like the influence of the macabre, but I don't believe in ghosts.

Never were two people more opposite in sentiment than my companions.