There's No Such Thing As A Grown

You Can Only Make Art That Talks To The Masses When You Have Nothing To Say To Them.

Our Characteristic Response To The Mutilated Statue, The Bronze Dug Up From The Earth, Is Revealing. It Is Not That We Prefer Time-worn Bas-reliefs, Or Rusted Statuettes As Such, Nor Is It The Vestiges Of Death That Grip Us In Them, But Those Of Life. Mutilation Is The Scar Left By The Struggle With Time, And A Reminder Of It - Time Which Is As Much A Part Of Ancient Works Of Art As The Material They Are Made Of, And Thrusts Up Through The Fissures, From A Dark Underworld, Where All Is At Once Chaos And Determinism.

Nothing Is Harder Than To Get People To Think About What They Are Going To Do.

There's No Such Thing As A Grown Up Person.

The Twenty-first Century Will Be Spiritual Or It Will Not Be.