It's very easy to fool yourself that you're working, you know, when you're really not working very hard. I mean, I'm very lazy. So for me, I would always have an excuse, you know, to go - quit early, go to a museum, you know. So I do everything I can to make myself remember this is a job. I keep a schedule.
Attitudes to museums have changed. If it had Marilyn Monroe's knickers or Laurence Olivier's jockstrap they would flock to it.
Nothing seems more like a whorehouse to me than a museum. In it you find the same equivocal aspect, the same frozen quality.
Museums and art stores are also sources of pleasure and inspiration. Doubtless it will seem strange to many that the hand unaided by sight can feel action, sentiment, beauty in the cold marble; and yet it is true that I derive genuine pleasure from touching great works of art. As my finger tips trace line and curve, they discover the thought and emotion which the artist has portrayed.
In museums and palaces we are alternate radicals and conservatives.
Museums are tombs, and it looks like everything is turning into a museum.
The Louver is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
That which, perhaps, hears more nonsense than anything in the world, is a picture in a museum.
Give me a museum, and I'll fill it.
A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.