Language should find itself in the physical world, and not end up locked in an idea in somebody's head

Cultural confinement takes place when a curator imposes his own limits on an art exhibition, rather than asking an artist to set his limits.

A vacant white room with lights is still a submission to the neutral. Works of art seen in such spaces seem to be going through a kind of esthetic convalescence.

Instead of causing us to remember the past like the old monuments, the new monuments seem to cause us to forget the future

Art history is less explosive than the rest of history, so it sinks faster into the pulverized regions of time.

Museums are tombs, and it looks like everything is turning into a museum.

A work of art when placed in a gallery loses its charge, and becomes a portable object or surface disengaged from the outside world.

Artists themselves are not confined, but their output is.

Banal words function as a feeble phenomena that fall into their own mental bogs of meaning.

Nature does not proceed in a straight line, it is rather a sprawling development.

Establish enigmas, not explanations.

Христовият мир е свобода от греха, а мирът на света е свобода на греха...

It is not necessary to change. Survival is not mandatory.

The wise may find in trifles light as atoms in the air, some useful lesson to enrich the mind.

My main thing is to chill with my kids. My daughter loves to work, as well-she loves to record and stuff-so I like to work with her.

Oppression is something that one group of people commits against another group specifically because of a threatening characteristic shared by the latter group.

That's always been Guillermo's preference, is to have as much there practically as is humanly possible, and that digital graphic images are more a punctuation mark than they are a replacement.

I have long had a theory Bill Clinton-Hillary Clinton relationship. Not how they met, not that story, not the courtship or any of that. But how it happened that this once-in-a-lifetime woman.

I am trying to impress myself. I have yet to do it.

This is the slowest, yet the daintiest sense; For ev'n the ears of such as have no skill, Perceive a discord, and conceive offence; And knowing not what's good, yet find the ill.

Wrongs done could not be righted, but at least they were not still being done.