I decided that expressionism was a cheap way of getting a reaction - show anybody ripped apart, and you get sympathy. I was deliberately trying to show the human body as whole and relatively healthy.

It is what is painted between the outlines that makes the difference between merely competent painting and really meaningful art.

Look slowly and hard at something subtle and small.

There will always be those who want to make paintings of the human form with all its parts all where they should be, in spite of progress.

Only the mature artist who works from a model is capable of seeing the body for itself, only he has the opportunity for prolonged viewing.

I get my highs from using my eyes.

I suggest that it is the honesty of the attempt to recreate the forms and spaces visually without artistic editing that is one of the hallmarks of realist painting.

Each work has to be done as intensely as possible.

Don’t let them fool you and tell you goals has to be unified before any partnership agreement. Be carefully concerned about unifying your values and principles, after that all will run smoothly.

I surfed Dana Point, San Clemente, and of course Huntington Beach. Every morning, you could find me at the hot water pipe.

I think the real heroic teachers are the ones who work with kids, like my mom and my sister do.

My rule was not to paint things as they were. I wasn't copying; I was remaking them as my own.

When everything seems to fall apart..that's when everything new you prayed for has room to enter your life.

It was a damned good thing men couldn’t have children. Gregory took no shame in admitting that the human race would have died out generations earlier.

Saw him where?" "While I was sitting outside with one of my half aunts." This seemed to satisfy Ronan was well, because he asked, "What's the other half of her?" "God, Ronan," Adam said. "Enough.

One of the characteristics of love relationships that flower is a relatively high degree of mutual self-disclosure

I don't want to hurt you, Mistress Weatherwax," said Mrs Gogol. "That's good," said Granny. "I don't want you to hurt me either.

I have to make music. If I don't do it, I go crazy.