How do you paint yellow wheat against a yellow sky? You paint it jet black.

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.

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In life, try your best to do the right thing. Have fun while you're alive. Take advantage of every asset you have. Don't take anything for granted.

Look how often the unexpected happens - yet we still never expect it.

I wish that real estate were cheaper and clothes were more expensive.

Courtesies cannot be borrowed like snow shovels; you must have some of your own.

Rand rubbed his hands over his face. His anger had dissipated. “I’m sorry, Yelena. I was backed into a corner and I couldn’t get out without hurting someone.

If everyone has to be a watchdog in order to make government work, then the foxes will also volunteer to serve.

If you could touch the alien sand and hear the cries of strange birds, and watch them wheel in another sky, would that satisfy you?

How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!

You just can't be good in bed anymore. You have to be good at the keyboard too.