Everything You Do Leaves Traces,

We're Capable Of Understanding That Someone Has To Drop An Atomic Bomb On A Town Of Innocent Civilians, But Not That Others Have To Cut Up Prostitutes Who Spread Disease And Moral Depravity In The Slums Of London. Hence We Call The Former Realism And The Latter Madness.

Everyone Knew That Fat Had Become The New Cancer, Yet They Bellyached About The Dieting Hysteria And Applauded The "real" Women's Body. As Though Doing No Exercise And Being Overfed Was Some Kind Of Sensible Mold.

A Rat Is Neither Good Nor Evil. It Does What A Rat Has To Do.

When I Propose A Candidate For A Job I Don't Do It Because The Person In Question Is The Best But Because He Is The One The Client Will Employ. I Provide Them With A Head That Is Good Enough, Placed On A Body They Want. [...] The World Is Full Of People Who Pay Serious Money For Bad Pictures By Good Artists. And Mediocre Heads On Tall Bodies.

Intuition Is Just The Sum Of All Your Experience. The Way I See It, Everything You’ve Experienced, Everything You Know, You Think You Know And Didn’t Know You Knew Is There In Your Subconscious Lying Dormant, As It Were. As A Rule You Don’t Notice The Sleeping Creature, It’s Just There, Snoring And Absorbing New Things, Right. But Now And Then It Blinks, Stretches And Tells You, Hey, I’ve Seen This Picture Before. And Tells You Where In The Picture Things Belong.