Every day we'd trudge up the hill - it was a three-quarter-mile walk up this steep hill to the Leach Pottery, and we would take our lunch with us and generally, I guess, make a nuisance of ourselves.

We'll be potters, we'll be painters, we'll be textile designers, we'll be jewelers, we'll be a little this, a little of that. We were going to be the renaissance people [when we were young].

In fact, I believe to a certain extent a person today who starts with just clay, with no drawing and no painting and no figure drawing, still-life drawing, various things, they miss a great deal.

So I very quickly stopped almost all decoration. I was interested in the three-dimensional form of the pots, but my decoration was nonexistent.

Every pot is not going to be a masterpiece.

Alix [ MacKenzie] had stopped teaching because we had a child and she stayed home to take care of the baby, and I taught.

[Shoji] Hamada seldom drew an exact drawing of a pot that he was going to make.

It was a wonderful opportunity. And so for two and a half years we lived with [Bernard] Leach.

Bernard's [Leach] drawings delineated every little accent on the pot, every subtle curve and change of angle and proportion and all.

Bernard [Leach] was making pots which were duplicates of his drawing, and that was a difference of approach, which I think is quite critical to these two men [Leach and Shoji Hamada].

And as far as I know about Alix's [MacKenzie] work, I don't believe she ever did any sculptural work at all. It was always pottery.

But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.

Religion should teach about hope to come for all, not terror for some

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Her eyes were the color of whiskey and grace. Moments with her always felt like getting drunk on Sundays.

Bring your dreams into reality. Believe in yourself. You know you have what it takes to make your dreams come true. Start now and work with ambition for total success. Aim high and make it happen.

I don’t want content. I want slight fear. Anxiety. I want a longing devotion for a twist of absence. The feeling of complete isn’t quite pleasing.

I’m mad with loneliness and you’ve been haunting me all day

Mankind is divided into two classes: those who, being artificial, praise nature, and those who, being natural, praise art.

Thanks to my effort in the last 40 years, there has been more paper and film wasted.

You should be a pleasing personality. Instead of thinking about how you should be pleased, I don't like this, I don't do like that, instead of, what have I done to please others?