I feel 30. [Publo] Picasso said he always felt 30. Well, I do.

I made a photograph of a garden in Kyoto, the Zen garden, which is a rectangle. But a photograph taken from any one point will not show, well it shows a rectangle, but not with ninety degree angles.

What an artist is trying to do for people is bring them closer to something, because of course art is about sharing. You wouldn't be an artist unless you wanted to share an experience, a thought.

If you see the world as beautiful, thrilling and mysterious, as I think I do, then you feel quite alive.

Listening is a positive act: you have to put yourself out to do it.

Faces are the most interesting things we see; other people fascinate me, and the most interesting aspect of other people - the point where we go inside them - is the face. It tells all.

The camera can't see space. It sees surfaces. People see space, which is much more interesting.

Art has to move you and design does not, unless it's a good design for a bus.

In art, new ways of seeing mean new ways of feeling; you can't divorce the two, as, we are now aware, you cannot have time without space and space without time.

I was aware that the teaching of drawing was being stopped almost 30 years ago. And I always said, 'The teaching of drawing is the teaching of looking.' A lot of people don't look very hard.

The urge to draw must be quite deep within us, because children love to do it.

There are two ways to dislike poetry: One is to dislike it

Sometimes you don't get to choose your partner. Life chooses it for you.

Very high altitude astronomy only works by ignoring established biological science

I think that at some point everybody turns into their mother or their father, it's just not normally from morning to afternoon.

I'm having a great career, though I think I'm not as good as your little scenario makes me out to be.

The neuroses parody the virtues.

The great proof of madness is the disproportion of one's designs to one's means.

In Washington, 'delay' is too often code for 'derail.' Wink, wink.

He was swept with a sadness, a sadness deep and penetrating, leaving him desolate like someone washed up on a beach, a lone survivor in a world full of strangers.

Give yourself the gift of nature as often as you can.