So we see Edward as a young man on the road and he meets a giant and he brings the giant to a circus where he meets a Miss Calloway. He sees the woman of his dreams and I am the only one who knows who she is.

Fling but a stone the giant dies.

I've just got crap hair. Although I inherited a lot of stuff from my dad including giant knees I didn't get his good thick hair. I got my mother's thin wispy non-event hair instead.

My parents were vegetarians. I'd show up at school this giant black kid with none of the cool clothes and a tofu sandwich and celery sticks.

The simple truth is that balding African-American men look cool when they shave their heads whereas balding white men look like giant thumbs.

In 1950 when the Giants signed me they gave me $15 000. I bought a 1950 Mercury. I couldn't drive but I had it in the parking lot there and everybody that could drive would drive the car. So it was like a community thing.

We're in a giant car heading towards a brick wall and everyone's arguing over where they're going to sit.

People are craving this great progress in electronics going after computers the Internet etc. It's a giant progress technologically. But they must have a balance of soul a balance for human beauty. That means art has an important role.

The giant white cube is now impeding rather than enhancing the rhythms of art. It preprograms a viewer's journey shifts the emphasis from process to product and lacks individuality and openness. It's not that art should be seen only in rutty bombed-out environments but it should seem alive.

Can space break? I mean the space of art galleries. Over the past 100 years art galleries have gone from looking like Beaux Arts salons to simple storefronts to industrial lofts to the gleaming giant white cubes of Chelsea with their shiny concrete floors.