You're suppose to sit on your ass and nod at stupid things.
Art is the means by which we communicate what it feels like to be alive.
Our appearance belongs to others, we live in the darkness of the body-part of all darkness but felt.
Art has to change things, and if it was immediately acceptable it would not be doing the job.
Art is not about understanding, it’s about experience.
We are not moving towards some kind of goal. We are at the goal, and it is changing with us. If art has any purpose, it is to open our eyes to that fact.
The elemental world we all live in is the darkness of the body.
Joseph Obomsawin, the elder I lived with there, says that those who turn to animals do so because humans have let them down.
If a country can't save itself through the volunteer service of its own free people, then I say : Let the damned thing go down the drain!
Jim eyed me for a couple of seconds, then got off the bed and went to curl up on the pile of blankets I'd arranged as its bed. "I don't suppose you'd care to lend me a couple hundred euros?" I pointed at the wall. It turned its back to me so I could get into the nightgown Perdita had lent me. "You are not going to bet on me. Or against me. No betting whatsoever. Got that?" Jim huffed and settled down for the night. "You sure do know how to take all the fun out of life. Bet you even made Drake use a condom.
I think there's probably a God-shaped hole in everybody's being. Even if God only exists in people's minds, He's still a force.