Anything really new is repulsive, because it is abnormal and unreasonable.

Everything is in constant flux, from state to state, from good to bad and back again... only in transmutation, perpetual motion, lies truth.

A creative train of thought is set off by: the unexpected, the unknown, the accidental, the disorderly, the absurd, the impossible.

We are not disillusioned because we have no illusions... What we have and what is our strength, is our joy in life... in all its amoral aspects. That is also the basis of our contemporary art.

Beautiful, ugly, impressive, disgusting, meaningless, grim, contradictory etc … It makes no difference, as long as it is life, vigorously pouring forth.

We are sparks that must glow as brightly as possible.

To break and be able to grow together again in a better way: that is the difficult art.

The significance of something lies in its presence here and now. I don't care what it has been or what it will become. It is the experience of things that matters, the confrontation with things.

Being an artist is being an isolated individual.

To make the material speak to man in the name of man, this is the aim and reality of art.

The artist's interest cannot be restricted to a single field; he must seek the highest perception of everything, of the whole and its details.

Optimists enrich the present, enhance the future, challenge the improbable and attain the impossible

AIDS is a plague - numerically, statistically and by any definition known to modern public health - though no one in authority has the guts to call it one.

Purpose, and to be thoroughly wedded to that purpose, is three quarters of salvation.

He who is honest in his dealings simply because of the social prestige and position it secures will never develop his higher nature, but will always live along the lower lines.

Take time to make a difference. Don't just obsess about how you can make your life better. Think about how you can make somebody else's life better as well.

The art of not playing in tempo--one has to learn it. And the art of not playing what is written on the printed paper.

Be demanding of the world around you; be demanding first of all with yourselves. Be children of God; take pride in it!

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

I think on death as the apparent end of the illusions that encompass us. They all have a sudden and unexpected end, that challenges any faith we have pinned to their worth.

I remember having this friend in school who said she didn't like the Beach Boys. And in that moment I knew we couldn't be friends anymore.