It was the basilica of gossip, the Vatican of inside dope. |
It's kind of like mixing sugar with iced tea. If you let it sit, the sugar will sink to the bottom of the glass. |
Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel. |
Matisses and Miro's hung transfixed like rabbits in the glare of spotlights. |
Most of the untranscribed and unpublished manuscripts in the book popped out of boxes at me when I wasn't looking for them; I picked them up out of the corner of my eye. |
Nine-eleven shut this [country] down. I feel more violated than anything because [the statue] used to be free, but it's no longer free. To me, that's a travesty. |
Nothing they design ever gets in the way of a work of art. |
One gets tired of the role critics are supposed to have in this culture: It's like being the piano player in a whorehouse; you don't have any control over the action going on upstairs. |
One gets tired of the role critics are supposed to have in this culture: It's like being the piano player in a whorehouse; you don't have any control over the action going on upstairs. |
Popular in our time, unpopular in his. So runs the stereotype of rejected genius. |
The greater the artist, the greater the doubt. Perfect confidence is granted to the less talented as a consolation prize. |
The new job of art is to sit on the wall and get more expensive. |
The protein of our cultural imagination. |
Today is just the beginning of this effort. It (the disaster) isn't something we should tuck away and hide from our history. It's who we are. |
Transportation made sublimation literal. It conveyed evil to another world. |