These are my last words, and I am certain that my sacrifice will not be in vain, I am certain that, at the very least, it will be a moral lesson that will punish felony, cowardice, and treason.

— Salvador Allende

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It is essential to leave some space empty; you could — and should — never fill in all the blanks.

— David Levithan

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All is linked. All is consequence.

— Jean-Luc Godard

We have not been given the lead in the cosmic drama.

— Carl Sagan

Truth is in all things, even, partly, in error.

— Jean-Luc Godard

Manuel González Rul | Casa Otero | 1952

I am still at war with a battle that is already lost.

— Clementine von Radics

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Reinhard Krause | Am Ruhrschnellweg | 1988

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This incompleteness is all we have.

— Charles Bukowski

[...] Responding to the industrial architecture of the Kokerei and an overwhelming urge to lament the monumental history of the area, I want to create a pantomime of sound, theatrical effects and visual image. I reject the concept of opera as the classical means by which to explore "tragedy", at least for now. I love the idea to provoke myself with the idea that the pantomime allows tears of laughter as well tears of regret; as I said to someone recently ... "we all cry. But whose tears are most bitter, or more salt, and whose are sweeter?" Quoting James Joyce's character in "A portrait of the artist as a young man" — "using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use — silence, exile, and cunning." I'm trying to kidnap the character of Stephen Dedalus for myself but throwing open the question as to "who is in charge" — the viewer, the reader, the artist or the performer. Materials; Naked voice, cello, naked body, ropes, birds, smoke, mirrors, blinding light, dark darkness. In the pantomime style, nothing is what it seems to the performer but to the audience — it's clear ... It's behind you! Oh, no, it's not! Oh yes it is!

Trust me,

— Douglas Gordon

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If you have reasons to love someone, you don't love them.

— Slavoj Žižek

Ryoji Ikeda, test pattern [100 m version], Ruhrtriennale, 2013

Max Dudler | Folkwang Library | 2012

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And the rest is rust and stardust.

— Vladimir Nabokov

Diethard Wendtland, selbständiger Münzkaufmann.

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Tuesday: Nothing. Existed.

— Jean Paul Sartre

There are few images to be found. One has to dig for them like an archaeologist. One has to search through this ravaged landscape to find anything at all. I see so few people today who dare to address our lack of adequate images. We absolutely need images in tune with our civilization, images that resonate with what is deepest within us.

— Werner Herzog

Any landscape is a state of mind.

— Henri-Frederic Amiel

Reinhard Krause | Am Ruhrschnellweg | 1984

August 2, 1914: Germany has declared war on Russia. Went swimming in the afternoon.

— Friedrich Nietzsche