I Was Interested In Ideas, Not Merely

This Concern Which Interests Us More Than Anything Else: The Blurring Of The Distinction Between Art And Life.

The Curious Thing About That Moustache And Goatee Is That When You Look At The Mona Lisa It Becomes A Man. It Is Not A Woman Disguised As A Man; It Is A Real Man, And That Was My Discovery, Without Realising It At The Time.

Unless A Picture Shocks, It Is Nothing.

The Chess Pieces Are The Block Alphabet Which Shapes Thoughts; And These Thoughts, Although Making A Visual Design On The Chessboard, Express Their Beauty Abstractly, Like A Poem

All This Twaddle, The Existence Of God, Atheism, Determinism, Liberation, Societies, Death, Etc., Are Pieces Of A Chess Game Called Language, And They Are Amusing Only If One Does Not Preoccupy Oneself With 'winning Or Losing This Game Of Chess.