I try to make that tension almost stupidly overt in my projects, almost ridiculously so. I keep coming back to the same obvious points again and again.

I think the wildest wildlife you can find these days is in Chernobyl, where wolves are running around breeding quite well in the nuclear disaster zones.

The moment right now, it's a tragically regressive time we live in, you know. We just grounded the Concorde. Where's the future? We've lost the future.

Of course, I'd welcome protest. Good criticism is hard to find.

Seeing your work go into storage in an art museum is obviously a tragedy of any cultural product - which doesn't mean I am anti-institutional.

My purpose isn't to be confrontational. My purpose is to find out about the world and play myself against it to the extent that it is even conceivable.

I think the optimal artwork is in constant circulation with the world around itself.

"Hello" is pseudoscience. The only smart way to read it is not to believe in it, not to trust it, or to put yourself in it and imagine what's out there that you haven't been told or seen.

I follow these intimate connections of strangers and, surprise!, end up finding even myself in the work at some point.

In a way I am saying the nation-state doesn't exist, borders don't exist, you can try going anywhere. It is a kind of pre-Internet consensus I always had in me.

There are ends, occasionally, with projects. That happens. But they are natural dead ends. It's usually the outside situation that demands an ending. I never really settle for one.

I love being able to see an un-written future.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

With power comes the abuse of power. And where there are bosses, there are crazy bosses. It's nothing new.

This may come as a surprise, given the nature of my job, but I am very guarded and contemplative. I'm not a naturally boisterous person.

You're only young once, they say, but doesn't it go on for a long time? More years than you can bear.

It's an artist's duty to reflect the times in which we live.

To be endowed with strength by nature, to be actuated by the powers of the mind, and to have a certain spirit almost divine infused into you.

Haven't you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?

Do not let circumstances defeat you. You can if you think you can.

The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster.