Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.

When you draw something it lives and when you photograph it it dies

Art's cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart.

But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it's no go if your personality isn't worth translating.

Piers is always going on about how he hated Stowe. As if that solves everything, as if to hate something means it can't have affected you.

I must fight with my weapons. Not his. Not selfishness and brutality and shame and resentment.

The power of women! I've never felt so full of mysterious power. Men are a joke.

I love honesty and freedom and giving. I love making, I love doing. I love being to the full, I love everything which is not sitting and watching and copying and dead at heart.

He said, one has to learn that painting well - in the academic and technical sense - comes right at the bottom of the list. I mean, you've got that ability. So have thousands.

If there is a God he's a great loathsome spider in the darkness.

I hate beyond hate.

Defeat none but one

And the silence comes... all people keep silence just to hear the story...

Why had my life suddenly become a Nancy Drew mystery from hell?

If I fall, I fall. I'll rise up like anybody else.

I bear no grudges. I have a mind that retains nothing.

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. Let them be your only diet drink and botanical medicines.

What did the president know, and when did he know it?

The tail of the comet slashed the dawn and in the red light of the rising sun, for a brief instant, it seemed as if the comet was bleeding across the sky.

Political image is like mixing cement. When it's wet, you can move it around and shape it, but at some point it hardens and there's almost nothing you can do to reshape it.

Be grateful for every word you can cut.