There is an invisible world out there, and we are living in it.

Because we live in an industrialized, fast-paced world that prefers that the soul remain asleep.

Video artists being at the low end of the totem pole economically, one of the ways we survive is to go around showing work and giving these talks.

Live your Art. Don't think about it.

When I make my work, I am making what I hope to be something functional - a space for individual contemplation and reflection. I want my art to be useful.

There's another world out there just beyond the world we're in. It's just on the other side of that translucent, semitransparent surface.

People have experiences in art museums today that they used to have in church.

You are just as qualified as any expert to make a judgment and have a feeling or a response to any work of art.

It only takes a second for an impression to become a vision.

Art has always had as its test in the long term the ability to speak to our innermost selves.

Revolution is something that actually starts in individual hearts.

The entrance to the world is inside your mind

Be simple and kind with a loving heart. These attributes make you more beautiful and attractive than any make up.

The nearest one came to a tumble dryer was if the laundry basket was dropped on the way to the washing-line and then the whole lot went tumbling down the drive.

I'm a simple man. All I want is enough sleep for two normal men, enough whiskey for three, and enough women for four.

There's always a chance you will see something new in a fight. Especially in boxing.

The great trouble with you Americans is that you are still under the influence of that second-rate - shall I say third-rate? - mind, Karl Marx.

Think so big, so audacious that people will think you are crazy.

There is in my opinion a great similarity between the problems provided by the mysterious behavior of the atom and those provided by the present economic paradoxes confronting the world.

I think that the reality is, is that there's a shift in the mood in the USA that's very anti-Washington.

So I sit there kicked my heels, thinking about New Orleans, and watching a morbid blue-bottle fly attempt to commit suicide by butting his head against the windowpane.