Mao Tse Tung lives and his name is Barack Hussein Obama. This country should be ashamed. I wanna throw up.
Hurry? I have no time to hurry.
Lesser artists borrow, great artists steal.
It is the transcendent (or 'abstract' or 'self-contained') nature of music that the new so called concretism--Pop Art, eighteen-hour slices-of-reality films, musique concrete--opposes. But instead of bringing art and reality closer together, the new movement merely thins out the distinction.
The faculty of creating is never given to us all by itself. It always goes hand in hand with the gift of observation.
A plague on eminence! I hardly dare cross the street any more without a convoy, and I am stared at wherever I go like an idiot member of a royal family or an animal in a zoo; and zoo animals have been known to die from stares.
My childhood was a period of waiting for the moment when I could send everyone and everything connected with it to hell.
Too many people miss out on real love because they're too busy waiting for the ONE to show up
Overwhelmingly strong proofs of intelligent and benevolent design lie around us. . . the atheistic idea is so nonsensical that I cannot put it into words.
I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.
People look to the future for salvation, but the future never arrives.