Quotes by Chris Kraus

“Its great to be alive and still playing. We dont want our careers to end.”

“Its going to be crazy. All eight teams here are good teams. Hopefully the atmosphere will be great because its going to be great basketball.”

“It was a game of runs. It pretty much comes down to defense and whoever can stop those runs, make stops and get good shots. Thats (the key).”

“Its just great being in the NCAA Tournament. My first three years, we didnt get here. Having it on our home court and having our fans behind us make it all the more special. Everythings here. Were comfortable. Its our place.”

“Hes been great. Hes put a lot of confidence in all of us. We know if we want to try things on the court, we can switch things up. He totally backs us 100 percent, and we have 100 percent confidence in him.”

“When we came in as freshmen, we had hopes and dreams, but to be here right now is just amazing. Were just enjoying every minute of it, but were also preparing for the Final Four.”

Why is female vulnerability still only acceptable when its neuroticised and personal; when it feeds back on itself? Why do people still not get it when we handle vulnerability like philosophy, at some remove?

...to understand infatuation, how the loved person can become a holding pattern for all the tattered ends of memory, experience and thought youve ever had.

Your cowboy persona meshed so well with the dreams Chris has of the torn and silent men shes been rejected by. The fact that you dont return messages turns your answerphone into a blank screen onto which we can project our fantasies.

No woman is an island-ess. We fall in love in hope of anchoring ourselves to someone else, to keep from falling.

S: But Chris, I think his embarrassment isnt in relation to you or me but to himself. What can he do?C: I hate being thrown into such a physical state.S: Isnt that experiencing life to the hilt?C: No, its just a dumb infatuation. Im so ashamed.S: But even if his silence hurts you, isnt that what attracted you to him? The fact that he was inaccessible. So, I think there is a contradiction there, at least nothing to feel ashamed of -.

[Being rejected] hurt, cause what turned me on in sex was believing that they knew me, that Id found somebody to understand.

Female monsters take things as personally as they really are. They study facts. Even if rejection makes them feel like the girl whos not invited to the party, they have to understand the reasons why.... Every question, once its formulated, is a paradigm, contains its own internal truth. We have to stop diverting ourselves with false questions. And I told Warren: I aim to be a female monster too.

Dear Dick, Im not sure I still want to fuck you. At least, not in the same way. Sylvère keeps talking about us disturbing your fragility, but Im not sure that I agree. Theres nothing so remarkable in one more woman adoring you. Its a problem youre confronting all the time. Im just a particularly annoying one, one who refuses to behave... And yet I feel this tenderness towards you, after all weve been through.

All acts of sex were forms of degradation.... What do you do with the Serious Young Woman (short hair, flat shoes, body slightly hunched, head drifting back and forth between the books shes read)? You slap her, fuck her up the ass and treat her like a boy. The Serious Young Woman looked everywhere for sex but when she got it it became an exercise in disintegration. What was the motivation of these men? Was it hatred she evoked? Was it some kind of challenge, trying to make the Serious Young Woman femme?

It was the kind of story everybody likes, about a tough girl who becomes a truer version of herself by uncovering her vulnerability. It was the kind of story people like because its universe is played out in the story of one person. It was the kind of story (dare I say it?) that women are supposed to write because all its truths are grounded in a single lie: denying chaos.

As an artist she finds Dicks work hopelessly naive, yet she is a lover of certain kinds of bad art, art which offers a transparency into the hopes and desires of the person who made it. Bad art makes the viewer much more active. (Years later Chris would realise that her fondness for bad art is exactly like Jane Eyres attraction to Rochester, a mean horse-faced junkie: bad characters invite invention.

We suicide ourselves for our own survival. Is there any hope of dipping back into the past and circling round it like you can in art?

When the forms in place, everything within it can be pure feeling.

If arts a seismographic project, when that project meets with failure, failure must become the subject too.