“Pop art is about liking things.”

People need to be made more aware of the need to work at learning how to live because life is so quick and sometimes it goes away too quickly.

I wake up every morning. I open my eyes and think: here we go again.

Everyone needs a fantasy.

I think anybody can take a good picture. My idea of a good picture is one that’s in focus and of a famous person doing something unfamous. It’s being in the right place at the wrong time.

I still care about people but it would be so much easier not to care. I don’t want to get too close; I don’t like to touch things.

I don’t know where the artificial stops and the real starts.

I broke something and realized I should break something once a week to remind me how fragile life is.

As soon as you stop wanting something you get it. I’ve found that to be absolutely axiomatic.

I don’t want to be smart, because being smart makes you depressed.

My fascination with letting images repeat and repeat or in film’s case ‘run on’ manifests my belief that we spend much of our lives seeing without observing.

People’s fantasies are what give them problems. If you didn’t have fantasies you wouldn’t have problems because you’d just take whatever was there.

I think everybody should like everybody.

Exposure and attention make a work famous – the more you talk about it, the more attention it gets, the more validity it achieves.

I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts

You’d be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes.

The more you look at the same exact thing, the more the meaning goes away, and the better and emptier you feel.

The trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.

A work of art is not a matter of thinking beautiful thoughts or experiencing tender emotions , but of intelligence, skill, taste, proportion, knowledge, discipline and industry; especially discipline.

only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.

We have become ninety-nine percent money mad. The method of living at home modestly and within our income, laying a little by systematically for the proverbial rainy day which is due to come, can almost be listed among the lost arts.

The footsteps of Nature are to be trac’d, not only in her ordinary course, but when she seems to be put to her shifts, to make many doublings and turnings, and to use some kind of art in endeavouring to avoid our discovery.

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though ‘Tis got by chance, ‘Tis kept by art.