If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excellence, the point of intersection of all forces and the seed of all forms. The couple is time recaptured, the return to the time before time.
There is no reason inherent in the real resources available to us why we cannot move rapidly within the next two or three years to a state of genuine full employment.
Futurists wanted to suggest movement by means of a dynamic painting; Duchamp applies the notion of delay – or, rather, or analysis – to movement.
Don’t you think you’re just rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic?
The modern tradition is the tradition of revolt. The French Revolution is still our model today: history is violent change, and this change goes by the name of progress. I do not know whether these notions really apply to art.
Human writing reflects that of the universe; it is its translation, but also its metaphor: it says something totally different, and it says the same thing.
I didn’t want to be like Yeats; I wanted to be Yeats.
No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her won way is without enemies.
The celebrity is a person who is known for his well-knownness.
You know, in life there are only three or four fundamental decisions to make. The rest is just luck.