Art Has The Lovely Habit Of Ruining

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

I Was Poking Fun At Myself Most Of All.

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

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.

Unless A Picture Shocks, It Is Nothing.