There are a lot of movies made for nobody.

Flourescents turn everyone into German Expressionism.

We have the notion that we exist but we have no way to prove it. 'I am' is the closest foundation we can get. Show less «

The capacity to be intrinsic and vulgar is American.

I met [Jackson Pollock] one time when I accompanied a friend who was invited with other critics to go see some new paintings in his famous Long Island barn. Evidently Pollock was dead drunk, immobile and silent in a corner. After a moment, while looking at the traces of paint with which Pollock covered the canvas that was stretched across the floor, one of the critics risked a few words, talking about 'chance operation.' Pollock, awaking slowly from his drunken stupor, repeats the words, 'Chance operation?'. He then takes a paintbrush, dips it into a pot of paint and, with one movement of his arm, flings the paint across the length of the room, squarely hitting the doorknob! Show less «

No one is out to get you. It's just that...people are monkeys.

Art is a sense of magic.

I love being objected to. It worries me, but I love being objected to.