Photography, if there is photography, is already snapped, already shot, in the very interior of things and for all points of space.

A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.

A creator is someone who creates their own impossibilities, and thereby creates possibilities.

Art is not communicative, art is not reflexive. Art, science, philosophy are neither contemplative, neither reflexive, nor communicative. They are creative, that's all.

Intuition is neither a feeling, an inspiration nor a disorderly sympathy but a fully developed method.

Underneath all reason lies delirium and drift.

Images exist; things themselves are images... Images constantly act on and react to one another, produce and consume. There is no difference between images, things and movement.

Writing has nothing to do with meaning. It has to do with landsurveying and cartography, including the mapping of countries yet to come.

It's not easy to see things from the middle, rather than looking down on them from above or up at them from below, or from left to right or right to left: try it, you'll see that everything changes.

A tyrant institutionalises stupidity, but he is the first servant of his own system and the first to be installed within it.

Write, form a rhizome, increase your territory by deterritorialization, extend the line of flight to the point where it becomes an abstract machine covering the entire plane of consistency.

I have seen flowers come in stony placesAnd kind things done by men with ugly faces, And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races, So I trust, too.

I'm a pretty girl who's a model who doesn't suck as an actress.

As long as women consent to be unjustly governed, they will be; but directly women say: "We withhold our consent," we will not be governed any longer as long as government is unjust.

Were there no fooles, badd ware would not passe.

Art is a weapon for me, with which I can strike back.

I feel like every day, every minute I have to make the most of.

Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears, you are someone else I am still right here.

Parents look at me like I'm somebody pretty important, and say, We were raised on your characters, and now we're enjoying them all over again with our children.

when the thrill of his body fades or changes, and the difficulties of pledging yourself to only one person surface, kindness will be the balm that soothes the wounds of life.