The definition of art has changed almost every day since the first artist created the first work at least fifty thousand years ago.

To appreciate a work of art, is it okay to like what you like, and the heck with the art critics and experts? Absolutely.

The only enemy of art is taste.

Art happens when anyone in the world takes any kind of material and fashions it into a deliberate statement.

With each change of definition in art, something considered non-art or bad art by a previous generation is suddenly acceptable.

The definition of art has to shift whenever an innovator appears.

Even if virtually anything can be art, there are levels of quality.

There have been countless changes in the long history of art. The most significant have been brought about by the genius of a single artist.

Art is sexy! Art is money-sexy! Art is money-sexy-social-climbing-fantastic!

I have heard of you- a kind of revolutionary. Hard to be a revolutionary in the deadly museum business.

Parks are works of art just as a painting or sculpture is.

People can change anything they want to, and that means everything in the world.

Fraulein Noether was the most significant creative mathematical genius thus far produced since the higher education of women began.

The solution to our energy needs must go through a show of respect for nature, not, once again, a policy that does violence to our hills.

There hasn't been a more effeminate Jew in the closet since Anne Frank.

You don't get to pick your partners in families; you get assigned a seat at the table.

Every man is a valuable member of society, who, by his observations, researches, and experiments, procures knowledge for men.

the buddhists say there are 149 ways to god. i'm not looking for god, only for myself, and that is far more complicated.

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo-oo-oon, "If only, If only.

At the end of every day of every year, two things remain unshakable, our constancy of purpose and our continuous discontent with the immediate present.

Death is the only real elegance.