A line comes into being. It goes out for a walk, so to speak, aimlessly for the sake of the walk.

One eye sees, the other feels.

Art should be like a holiday: something to give a man the opportunity to see things differently and to change his point of view.

Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.

A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.

Art does not reflect what is seen, rather it makes the hidden visible.

Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.

The art of mastering life is the prerequisite for all further forms of expression, whether they are paintings, sculptures, tragedies, or musical compositions.

Art doesn't reflect what we see; it makes us see.

A line is a dot that went for a walk.

Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour.

And then I noticed the dandelions.

Memphis found his smile. 'You know me, sir. I don't wear worry.

Don't let schooling interfere with your education.

I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me.

You might as well say that the woman lies on top of the man when they are making the babies.

If all goes well, the Iraqis are going to have a country that's going to have a representative government and will be at peace with its neighbors and in the region.

What would people look like if we could see them as they are, soaked in honey, stung and swollen, reckless, pinned against time?

I hate to look at the stuff I've written and consider what it means or why I do it.

But you'd have a job to find many of my poems which would seem to be very influenced by a particular person.

I happen to live in reality. The name of my city is Literalville. And it makes a lot of people uncomfortable.