Every great historic change has been based on nonconformity, has been bought either with the blood or with the reputation of nonconformists.

An ametuer is an artist who supports himself with outside jobs which enable him to paint. A professional is someone whose wife works to enable him to paint.

Of course I realize that photography is not the technical facility as much as it is the eye, and this decision that one makes for the moment at which you are going to snap, you know.

If one has set for himself the position that his painting shall not misconstrue his personal mode of thinking, then he must be rather alert to just what he does think.

The artist is likely to be looked upon with some uneasiness by the more conservative members of society.

Only an individual can imagine, invent, or create. The whole audience of art is an audience of individuals.

I love chaos.... It's the poetic element in a dull and ordered world.

Art almost always has its ingredient of impudence, its flouting of established authority, so that it may substitute its own authority and its own enlightenment.

It may be a point of great pride to have a Van Gogh on the living room wall, but the prospects of having Van Gogh himself in the living room would put a great many devoted art lovers to rout.

The natural reaction of the artist will be strongly towards bringing man back into focus as the center of importance.

To abstract is to draw out the essence of a matter. To abstract in art is to separate certain fundamentals from irrelevant material which surrounds them.

Let thy power be

The guitar is your first wings. It's assigned and designed to unfold your vision and imagination.

[Israel] undermines the international community's reaction to global warming.

If you care about being thought credible and intelligent, do not use complex language where simpler language will do.

Public health is purchasable. Within a few natural and important limitations any community can determine its own health.

The Clinton camp has been able to project that kind of neo-McCarthy hysteria: that Russia is responsible for everything.

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

And he was my friend. Not that he wouldn't kill me if things turned out that way, but he wouldn't like doing it. With humans, what more could you ask for a friend?

I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.

The beauty of the landscape - where sand, water, reeds, birds, buildings, and people all somehow flowed together - has never left me.