Are you all right, Sir? asked Hezekiah.Just fighting over old battles in my mind, said John. It's the problem with age. You have all these rusty arguments, and no quarrel to use them in. My brain is a museum, but alas, I'm the only visitor, and even I am not terribly interested in the displays.Hezekiah laughed, but there was affection in it. I would love nothing better than to visit there. But I'm afraid I'd be tempted to loot the place, and carry it all away with me.

History is a madman's museum.

...That's why we have the Museum, Matty, to remind us of how we came, and why: to start fresh, and begin a new place from what we had learned and carried from the old.

Most of the other visitors were chained to their audio guides, looking only at what their little headsets told them was worth seeing.

I've become like one of those people I hate, the sort who go to the museum and, instead of looking at the magnificent Brueghel, take a picture of it, reducing it from art to proof. It's not Look what Brueghel did, painted this masterpiece but Look what I did, went to Rotterdam and stood in front of a Brueghel painting!

We don't need more museums that try to construct the historical narratives of a society, community, team, nation, state, tribe, company, or species. We all know that the ordinary, everyday stories of individuals are riches, more humane, and much more joyful.

Don't go to a museum with a destination. Museums are wormholes to other worlds. They are ecstasy machines.

I believe in walking out of a museum before the paintings you've seen begin to run together. How else can you carry anything away with you in your mind's eye?

i am a museum full of artbut you had your eyes shut