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.

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.

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.

You pick people, and they pick you sometimes. It's especially great to connect with people you think you have nothing in common with.

Whatever our destiny is or may be, we have made it ourselves, and we do not complain of it.

I'm not cruisin' this opportunity in time and space for you to like or dislike my 'get-down'

He looks like a ghost, haunted by a life suddenly torn away, and I don’t know how to comfort him.

I've never had a 12-year-old try to explain to me about groove.

When we are willing to accept our experience, just as it is, a strange thing happens: it changes into something else. When we avoid pain, struggle not to feel it, pain turns into suffering.

I like to carry a nice bag because then I can wear t-shirts and jeans all the time!

Don’t take your hands off me even once tonight.” (Vlad)

In a war, you must hate somebody or love somebody; you must have a position or you cannot stand what goes on

When AIDS was at its most brutal, frightening, my-God-what-are-we-going-to-do era, that was when vampire stories and stories about blood and trust swept the literary world.

A dog is a liberal... He wants to please everybody.