“In the great green room, there was a telephone
And a red balloon
And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon…”

“4655. The Moon is made of green Cheese.”

“Thought the moon was made of green cheese.”

“Time' has a large part to play in looking at a picture. A picture (a stupid empty surface to begin with) gets covered in the course of its creation by a rhythmically measured network of colors, lines and dots, which evokes in its final form a total of living movement. The eye jumps from a blue to red, to green (even if there is only a change of form), to a black line, suddenly comes upon a sharp white eruption, follows it, floats on to... It is impossible to take it all-in at once. Time is inseparable from surface.”

“The hardest thing of all is to find a black cat in a dark room, especially if there is no cat.”

“The telephone bell was ringing wildly, but without result, since there was no-one in the room but the corpse.”

“A diamond kite
On a diamond flight.
Over the lights, under the moon.
Over the lights, under the moon.
Over the moon, over the moon!”

“And an equation is the same whether it's written in red or green ink”

“When one steals a flying balloon and animates it to fly over Paris, one should, ideally, have some idea how said balloon normally works.”

“And always Melbourne, Melbourne, Melbourne, over and over the same photo in glaring greens and reds, of a tram, huffy, blunderous, manoeuvring itself with pole akimbo round the tight corner where Bourke Street enters Spring.”