We both [me and Andrew Ridgeley ] knew that splitting up was the right thing to do, and there was no animosity between us at all.
We're all nothing but unified arrangements of atoms and particles, drifting around, enjoying consciousness every now and then for a second or so before splitting up to become bits and pieces of trees and stars and french fries.
The splitting up of color [as Impressionists did] brought the splitting up of form and contour. . . Everything is reduced to a mere sensation of the retina, but one which destroys all tranquility of surface and contour. Objects are differentiated only by the luminosity that is given them.