Works of art produced in the contemporary world are a further expression of that. But I don't think there is an active, ongoing nihilist self-consciousness in the artist.

Pop art is the inedible raised to the unspeakable.

Art is man's distinctly human way of fighting death.

I think there is an element of nihilism about, but I don't think most artists feel their work is meaningless.

Architecture should be dedicated to keeping the outside out and the inside in.

I always felt that I had anxiety of survival in terms of livelihood even when I was making plenty of money.

The art schools... you get young kids doing the most vile and meaningless crap. I think they believe every bit of it.

Of course, I did lots of what would be called graphic design now, what used to be called commercial art.

People like me, who care about printing, constitute the tiniest lunatic fringe in the nation.

I think if you touch ordinary people, they're simply ordinary people, the way they've always been. They work hard, they don't have really as much as they should.

I always felt I needed to teach to survive.

Serving and attempting to inspire others is a responsibility, not a choice.

For church buildings not to be enough is to build and equip church members to send them out

...sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor.

I used to pride myself on being the first in the office in the morning and one of the last to leave at night. Now, that's so dated: It's not about effort, it's about outcomes.

I think of myself as a writer who happens to be doing his writing as an anthropologist

If I could climax as many times as a Derek Dingle routine I would be a happy man!

Being a pianist allows me to play in any language.

I remember in Shallow Grave I remember a few times when we'd only have to do one take. But when you did have to do more than one, you'd build on the one you'd done.

Boycott brought about anyhow of British cloth cannot yield the same results as such boycott brought about by hand-spinning and khaddar.

The more bosom a woman displayed, the less she wanted you to look. Openly, at least.