I dont have big anxieties. I wish I did. Id be much more interesting.

My work isn't about form. It's about seeing. I'm excited about seeing things, and I'm interested in the way I think other people see things.

Pop Art looks out into the world. It doesnt look like a painting of something, it looks like the thing itself.

I like to pretend that my art has nothing to do with me.

There must be something about art... almost all cultures have done art. It's a refining of the senses, which are there to keep us alive. As far as we know, no other animals do that.

Organized perception is what art is all about.

I'm never drawing the object itself; I'm only drawing a depiction of the object - a kind of crystallized symbol of it.

Use the worst colour you can find in each place - it usually is the best.

I'd always wanted to know the difference between a mark that was art and one that wasn't.

Art doesn't transform. It just plain forms.

Outside is the world; it's there. Pop Art looks out into the world.

Faculty Meetings are held whenever the need to show off is combinedwith the imperative of accomplishing nothing.

Despite the enormous quantity of books, how few people read! And if one reads profitably, one would realize how much stupid stuff the vulgar herd is content to swallow every day.

I just wanted all the wars to be over so that we could spend the money on starships and Mars colonies.

Those who succeed in an outstanding way seldom do so before the age of 40. More often, they do not strike their real pace until they are well beyond the age of 50.

I use social media not to ask new people to like my stuff. I use social media to connect with that one reader who likes my stuff.

Cool people still have a hard time showing what they got in Hollywood.

I've been unfortunate enough to be working, and recovering from a few injuries now and again.

I have no use for men who fail. The cause of their failure is no business of mine, but I want successful men as my associates.

You can keep knocking me down forever, I'll keep getting up and trying.

He had the same empty confusion in his eyes that I saw in my mirror every morning, that odd sort of denial that only seems to come when the world decides to jump the rails without warning you first.