If You Can Smell Garlic, Everything Is

I Don't Think It's Possible To Touch People's Imagination Today By Aesthetic Means.

I Would Sum Up My Fear About The Future In One Word: Boring. And That's My One Fear: That Everything Has Happened; Nothing Exciting Or New Or Interesting Is Ever Going To Happen Again... The Future Is Just Going To Be A Vast, Conforming Suburb Of The Soul.

Hell Is Out Of Fashion - Institutional Hells At Any Rate. The Populated Infernos Of The 20th Century Are More Private Affairs, The Gaps Between The Bars Are The Sutures Of One's Own Skull. A Valid Hell Is One From Which There Is A Possibility Of Redemption, Even If This Is Never Achieved, The Dungeons Of An Architecture Of Grace Whose Spires Point To Some Kind Of Heaven. The Institutional Hells Of The Present Century Are Reached With One-way Tickets, Marked Nagasaki And Buchenwald, Worlds Of Terminal Horror Even More Final Than The Grave.

Consumerism Is So Weird. Its A Sort Of Conspiracy We Collude In. Youd Think Shoppers Spending Their Hard-earned Cash Would Be Highly Critical. You Know That The Manufacturers Are Trying To Have You On.

Art Exists Because Reality Is Neither Real Nor Significant.