“We all name ourselves. We call ourselves artists. Nobody asks us. Nobody says you are or you aren’t.”

The only and one way to say what abstract art or art-as-art is, is to say what it is not.

The one object of fifty years of abstract art is to present art-as-art and as nothing else, to make it into the one thing it is only, separating and defining it more and more

Making it purer and emptier, more absolute and more exclusive – non-objective, non-representational, non-figurative, non-imagist, non-expressionist, non-subjective.

I tried to oppose the academic to the marketplace.

The ugliest spectacle is that of artists selling themselves. Art as a commodity is an ugly idea… The artist as businessman is uglier than the businessman as artist.

I want to emphasize the idea of black as intellectuality and conventionality.

My painting represents the victory of the forces of darkness and peace over the powers of light and evil.

As an artist I would like to eliminate the symbolic pretty much, for black is interesting not as a color but as a non-color and as the absence of color.

As for a picture, if it isn’t worth a thousand words, the hell with it.

So now our department is the worst department, partly because it has the worst facilities.

The artist as businessman is uglier than the businessman as artist.

Only a bad artist thinks he has a good idea. A good artist does not need anything.

Art is not the spiritual side of business.

Art is too serious to be taken seriously.

Painting cannot be the only activity of a mature artist.

Art is art. Everything else is everything else.

Every body consists of three ingredients. The names of these are Sulphur, Mercury, and Salt.

I’ve known Kyle O’Reilly since 2009. Me and him actually met each other when we had our very first match against each other for Gabe Sapolsyky’s DragonGate USA show.

You don’t cruise the Internet looking for your name and walk away with a good feeling. So, I never do it.

Speaking of sleeping bags, has anything ever had a less creative name?

Because we are in the world, we are condemned to meaning, and we cannot do or say anything without its acquiring a name in history.

Chicks named Tammy have a greater chance of actually driving a Mercedes than a chick named Mercedes.

New York, thy name is irreverence and hyperbole. And grandeur.

Now you know where I got my name.