Martin Firrell
Has been described as a cultural activist, a campaigner and benign propagandist, placing text in public space to promote debate and positive social change.
Everything is resurrected in memory.
What a good thing (Firrell) is for this world of ours.
With his geisha-white complexion and vivid blue eyes, he is a touch of exotica even in the colourful world of Soho.
This is the way the world really ends: not with whimper but a desperate chuckle.
To embrace the fullness of possible experience without fear strikes me as heroic, impossibly heroic.
When we speak plainly of death we stand equal to it.
I realized that the only possible response was to go to my wonderful local café, Maison Bertaux, check everyone was well, eat a little cake and then make art. To me, making art, and in particular public art, is always an assertion of our humanity and our strength.
I want to live in a city where the police don’t shoot you.
The purpose of my life is to try out the ideas I have for it.
There’s not a lesbian hero that everybody can relate to.
Women are much more honourable than men.
I believe we have to put art back at the center of everyday life rather than allowing it to become a specialist activity at the margins of society.
Writing adds up to the conscience of our times.
There is nothing beautiful or noble about death or fear.
Power is always temporary.
Every river can be crossed.
Everyone is as confused as I am.
If obedience invariably leads to cruelty, disobedience is our moral duty.