Basically, I viewed any work of art as an imposition of another person's taste, and saw the individual making this imposition as a kind of dictator.

Since 'concepts' are closely bound up with language, concept art is a kind of art of which the material is language.

At the same time, I was listening to black music, and I began to think that the best musicians were receiving the worst treatment. The people who were doing the greatest work were despised as lower class, with no dignity accorded to what they did.

It's wonderful, elegant taste. It's a beautiful collection of American, 19th-century and Impressionist art.

We work in the dark, We do what we can, We give what we have, Our doubt is our passion, And our passion is our task, The rest is the madness of art

Everyone carries his own inch-rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.