A lot of people, given the chance, would blow up everything, and you and me.

I made a photograph of a garden in Kyoto, the Zen garden, which is a rectangle. But a photograph taken from any one point will not show, well it shows a rectangle, but not with ninety degree angles.

What an artist is trying to do for people is bring them closer to something, because of course art is about sharing. You wouldn't be an artist unless you wanted to share an experience, a thought.

If you see the world as beautiful, thrilling and mysterious, as I think I do, then you feel quite alive.

Listening is a positive act: you have to put yourself out to do it.

Faces are the most interesting things we see; other people fascinate me, and the most interesting aspect of other people - the point where we go inside them - is the face. It tells all.

The camera can't see space. It sees surfaces. People see space, which is much more interesting.

Art has to move you and design does not, unless it's a good design for a bus.

In art, new ways of seeing mean new ways of feeling; you can't divorce the two, as, we are now aware, you cannot have time without space and space without time.

I was aware that the teaching of drawing was being stopped almost 30 years ago. And I always said, 'The teaching of drawing is the teaching of looking.' A lot of people don't look very hard.

The urge to draw must be quite deep within us, because children love to do it.

Beauty is not who you are on the outside, it is the wisdom and time you gave away to save another struggling soul like you.

Hurry up, Hodgeyboy! You run like a fat badger after Sunday tea." Mibbitwiss

Today’s life is tomorrow’s career and yesterday’s history, live it well.

Unprocessed intense emotion goes underground and creates a subconscious block that can be released as soon as the original event is integrated in the mind, heart, and body.

My goal has always been to be a working actor.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime, I fell in Love in the Library once upon a time.

It is winter time, my friend; buy couple of breads; find a place calm and quiet and feed the birds; and for this action of yours, ask no more reward than their cheerful singings!

Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.

And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent.