Nature is never finished.

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.

Timid men prefer the calm of despotism to the tempestuous sea of Liberty.

Consider the source...Don't be a fool by listening to a fool.

I'm really fascinated by lingos and colloquialisms that are outmoded and have gone by the wayside. I love the way people spoke in the '30s, and the amazing slang of the mid-'60s and '70s.

I make the modest proposal that psychiatric care should be as easy to get as bullets at Wal-Mart.

The notion that science and spirituality are somehow mutually exclusive does a disservice to both.

Let me be the ring leader in your guilt gang-bang.

I'm so happy people are seeing the eclectic side of me. I'm really honored to be able to push my voice into different sounds. Otherwise it all gets a bit samey same.

The best thing that could happen for the president Donald Trump, and the country, is a full and credible investigation.

The era of 'anything goes' is gone for ever.

The only thing I know is that I know nothing