Drawing is the art of taking a line for a 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.

This isolation, this deep pit in the bottom of my stomach, didn't have to hurt so much." - Aquamarine Rosabelle bonus included in Dreams, Smiles, and Bloody Tears

And she realized everything one does is just another effort to be understood by someone a little bit more.

It was not the brutality of what occurred next that changed my mind and brought home to me the full meaning of fear. It was the brilliance of it.

Today's business and health care climate may not be pleasant. Cutbacks, pay cuts and layoffs do not make anyone's job easy. But that does not mean that the humor need stop.

I try to find humor in everything I do, because I think all great plays - even great tragedies - have enormous humor in them.

Subtle, funny and touching, with a striking downbeat authenticity. Director Craig Zobel is the real thing.

It is characteristic of the unlearned that they are forever proposing something which is old, and because it has recently come to their own attention, supposing it to be new.

What men say: I'm sorry, honey. I was wrong. What men think: I'd love a Chipwich. I should go get one.

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is stoned to death.

Whither shall I flee? To no country on earth that I know of where there is as much liberty as yet remains to me even in Virginia.