If By Godot I Had

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Shape Of The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

When The Object Is Perceived As Particular And Unique And Not Merely The Member Of A Family, When It Appears Independent Of Any General Notion And Detached From The Sanity Of A Cause, Isolated And Inexplicable In The Light Of Ignorance, Then And Only Then May It Be A Source Of Enchantment.

The Essential Doesn't Change.

There Is No Use Indicting Words, They Are No Shoddier Than What They Peddle.

Life Is Habit. Or Rather Life Is A Succession Of Habits.