My art springs from my desire to have things in the world which would otherwise never be there.

Art is the exclusion of the unnecessary.

A man climbs a mountain because it is there. An artist makes a work of art because it is not there.

Art is an intersection of many human needs.

What do little kids do? They crawl on the floor and they build with blocks. I just continued to do that for the rest of my life.

Art is what we do. Culture is what is done to us. A photograph of an art object is not the art object. An essay about an artist's work is not the artist's work.

A place is an area within an environment that has been altered in such a way to make the general environment more conspicuous.

Once you turn something into something, its universal usage is over.

Why carve? It's a better sculpture that way. I'll never improve the block. So I just started using uncarved blocks.

If you're any good as an artist, you have to be doing something nobody else has interest in. Nobody would be interested in my work except a few crazy people.

The wood was better before I cut it, than after. I did not improve it in any way.

I wasn’t reading poetry because my aim was to work my way through English Literature in Prose A–Z.But this was diff

God prescribes the remedy for the ills of the human race. That remedy is personal faith and commitment to Jesus Christ. The remedy is to be born again.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

People who make time for the sadness in your life, not just the joy, are worth keeping around.

Out with stereotypes, feminism proclaims. But stereotypes are the west's stunning sexual personae, the vehicles of art's assault against nature. The moment there is imagination, there is myth.

Without Scientology, I would be in an alley somewhere looking for dope.

So here you have Barack Obama going in and spending the money on embryonic stem cell research. Eugenics.

Not only does the democratic state of mind stem from the inspiration of the Gospel, but it cannot exist without it.

I watch some kids ask the cafeteria ladies to sign their books. What do they write: "Hope your chicken patties never bleed?" Or, maybe, "May your Jell-O always wiggle?

I've never felt like this in any other country. I feel at home, I feel wonderful