I didn't make videos for a long time because I hated the look of TV sets.

I like contrasting between black and white and color.

I know where the mistakes are. Nothing is perfect and I understand that.

I try not to manipulate reality... What will happen, will happen. Let things be themselves.

I like the work hanging free in the frame. I don't like too much frame around it but I like a little breathing space around the piece.

I like working late at night and then going into the house and sitting down and watching a movie and then going to sleep.

I had always worked. I always had part-time jobs.

I relied mainly on other artists, who I think are smarter than critics, any critics or curators or anybody like that. They really know.

I liked the idea of the words floating in space and the space behind it moving all the time, ever changing.

And we live in a kind of realm of language and words and so forth. So we can sort of relate to them. They don't exist without us. We create words.

Art was something that I was really interested in, probably more so than writing or anything else.

Fall in love with the heart before the face.

The poet is at the edge of our consciousness of the world, finding beyond the suspected nothingness which we imagine limits our perception another acre or so of being worth our venturing upon.

Each co-operative institution will become a school of business in which each member will acquire a knowledge of the laws of trade and commerce.

Do not be very upright in your dealings for you would see by going to the forest that straight trees are cut down while crooked ones are left standing.

Worst ideas? Me? Whatever do you mean? There are no bad ideas.

Why should I deem myself to be a chisel, when I could be the artist?

Until you value yourself, you can't expect anyone else to do so.

Enjoy the questions and forget the answers.

Few people have any next, they live from hand to mouth without a plan, and are always at the end of their line.

If you fear nothing, you love nothing. If you love nothing, what joy can there be in life?