For an artist, the stuff one wants to make always weighs heavier than the stuff already made.

Scissors must have been invented for the sole purpose of making the perfect caesar.

So I come across this book, and say to myself, wow, this is beautifully crafted.
And so I take it home and read it. Man!, what a read. Read it.

Six months later I notice that they're selling it at the counter of the Tate museum. Copycats.

The burden of big dreams, the biggest of which is our descent.