“In 1913, trying desperately to liberate art from the ballast of the representational world, I sought refuge in the form of the square.”
“The square is not a subconscious form. It is the creation of intuitive reason. The face of the new art. The square is a living, regal infant. The first step of pure creation in art.”
“Ah, sarcasm. The final refuge of the desperate.”
“Books are a refuge, a sort of cloistral refuge, from the vulgarities of the actual world. ”
“Whether it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.”
“Art still has truth. Take refuge there.”