Now we speak in telegram form, we write little e-mails, and we have everything at our fingertips, so we don't train ourselves to keep anything inside.

Texts and e-mails travel no faster than phone calls and telegrams, and their content isn't necessarily richer or poorer.

One does not devote one's life in art to shock an audience.

Which implies that the real issue in art is the audience's response. Now I claim that when I make things, I don't care about the audience's response, I'm making them for myself. But I'm making them for myself as audience, because I want to wake myself up.

Quite the opposite. I might fall on my face, but I feel born again.

I was enchanted by the escape into that meticulous world that seemed real yet not... well, it seemed not real, but very detailed and meticulous, bizarre.