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“The museums are next,” muttered Hopkins somewhat cryptically.

Marston Moore, Sweet Meteor of Death.

“I want to become an action painter,” confessed Edward. “Is it too late for that?”

Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.

Hedonism is laziness.

Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.

Philosophy a la carte.

Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.

The triumph of subjectivity. Its roots in England, in the 1820s. And onward did it march.

Amanda Willcoxen, ed., The Literary and Philosophical Fragments of Gregory James Sallust.

Does an old chipped mug, by virtue of holding [Duchamp’s] fingerprints, qualify now for full curatorial support?

Crispin Trove, The Viewer as Pest.

He found consolation in his old indecipherable books. And in the walls all around him.

Agatha Vox, When Everything Was Singing.

“I want to be told that I am happy, Gavin. And in no uncertain terms!”

Hildebrand Slough, The Perfect List.

Among other things, Dickens was a master of lists, as was Shakespeare 250 years before him.

Palmer Coates, The Dark Afternoon of the Soul.

Discipline: an obsolete concept.

Nathaniel Bumppo, The Final Word.