Art is so wonderfully irrational, exuberantly pointless, but necessary all the same. Pointless and yet necessary, that's hard for a puritan to understand.

No idea stays pure. Even the flowering of art isn't pure. And the sun has spots.

Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is a fight to the finish between black charcoal and white paper.

We already have the statistics for the future: the growth percentages of pollution, overpopulation, desertification. The future is already in place.

Everyone is born into a certain era. I wouldn't want to see anyone faced with the circumstances that prevailed at the time, when there were few or no alternatives.

I have heard my fill of hurtful words. I think it's especially egregious when citizens like me, who point out abuses in their country, are referred to as 'do-gooders.' This is how a phrase that can be used to stop an argument dead becomes part of common usage.