The Only Thing That Is Not Art

This Concern Which Interests Us More Than Anything Else: The Blurring Of The Distinction Between Art And Life.

In My Day Artists Wanted To Be Outcasts, Pariahs. Now They Are All Integrated Into Society

All Decisions In The Artistic Execution Of The Work Rest With Pure Intuition And Cannot Be Translated Into A Self-analysis.

All This Twaddle, The Existence Of God, Atheism, Determinism, Liberation, Societies, Death, Etc., Are Pieces Of A Chess Game Called Language, And They Are Amusing Only If One Does Not Preoccupy Oneself With 'winning Or Losing This Game Of Chess.

I Feel Shame, Not For The Wrong Things I Have Done, But For The Right Things That I Have Failed To Do.