"New York is itself a work of art, a complete work of art. Its growth is harmonious, like the growth of ripples that come on the water when a stone has been thrown into it. And I believe that your idea of demolishing old buildings, old souvenirs, is fine. It is in line with that so much misunderstood manifesto issued by the Italian Futurists which demanded, in symbol only however (though it was taken literally) the destruction of the museums and libraries. The dead should not be permitted to be so much stronger than the living. We must learn to forget the past, to live our own lives in our own time."
"I am interested in what there is to do, not in what I have done."
Suddenly, I'm coming up with burgeoning lists of things to do, projects to begin, artworks to produce, as if the onset of spring and the death of my own past is causing a surge of life to bubble up from unknown depths within. Last night I dreamt I was in hand-to-hand mortal combat with terrorists, and I won. This life never fails to amaze me.