The perfection of a Christian consists in mortifying his will for the love of Christ. Where there is no great mortification, there is no great sanctity.
Words are objects of a color and a size and a form and a shape.
I try not to manipulate reality. . . What will happen, will happen. Let things be themselves.
I liked the idea of the words floating in space and the space behind it moving all the time, ever changing.
I know where the mistakes are. Nothing is perfect and I understand that.
The words represent ideas first of all. That is something you have to understand. I mean, it is not just an object, but it is an object with a history and it is loaded with all kinds of implications and ideas. They exist in the world in a very special way. So they kind of represent some aspect of the world that we perceive, as do photographs, as do drawings of trees or whatever. And they are not a one to one. They are not the world, but they kind of refer to the world and they also exist in the world.
I like the work hanging free in the frame. I don't like too much frame around it but I like a little breathing space around the piece.
By one delay after another they spin out their whole lives, till there's no more future left for them.
Lots of young players have triumphed at United, so why can't it happen to me? I'm not worried I'm young - it's an incentive to do the best I can.
One day ladies will take their computers for walks in the park and tell each other, "My little computer said such a funny thing this morning".
They didn't break me. I broke myself.