Pastoral Resources

The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not to talk in armies and nations and numbers - but to track it home.

The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.

There is nothing likely to get you a bigger headline than attacking your own party.

Why on earth do we want closer connection with England? We have little in common with English people except our language. We are fast becoming an entirely different people.

There are absolutely no problems that had anything to do with Jeff's departure.

Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of the earth is multiform.

I find the earth to be a place of misery in which I am surrounded by the conformity that kills society.

We owe the Aboriginal peoples a debt that is four centuries old. It is their turn to become full partners in developing an even greater Canada. And the reconciliation required may be less a matter of legal texts than of attitudes of the heart.

I feel sorry for the '90s, because it was never able to be anything much more than the hangover to the party that was the '80s.

Just as the development of earth art and installation art stemmed from the idea of taking art out of the galleries, the basis of my involvement with public art is a continuation of wall drawings.

I'm living in L.A. but my heart's in Vancouver.

That's the heart of it: My shows were not that controversial with the American people. They were controversial with the people who think for the American people.

The American people may not be the best-educated, but they're very wise at heart.

I place a high moral value on the way people behave. I find it repellent to have a lot, and to behave with anything other than courtesy in the old sense of the word - politeness of the heart, a gentleness of the spirit.

Don't trust the heart, it wants your blood.

So be it. God created profoundly fallible creatures on this earth, and human history is mostly the story of error and accident.

A personal offense is like a scratch on a phonograph record. I couldn't move my thoughts beyond my pain. It kept repeating, as if I were stuck within its grooves. There was only one way to play beyond it. I had to forgive them, so my heart could take its form again.

And in the middle of one of those scenes, I suddenly felt my heart just open: it was overwhelming, to the point where I got teary-eyed. Never would I have thought anything like that could happen in a love scene.

We used to play the underground clubs like the UFO, and Middle Earth, and they were great because they would have on things like a poet, string quartets, and then a rock band! It was kinda cool!

I think about the cosmic snowball theory. A few million years from now the sun will burn out and lose its gravitational pull. The earth will turn into a giant snowball and be hurled through space. When that happens it won't matter if I get this guy out.