I have always been haunted by the feeling that the painter has much to gain from making use of the forces that tend to work against his action.

For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.

Art is a language, an instrument of knowledge, an instrument of communication.

Personally, I believe very much in values of savagery; I mean: instinct, passion, mood, violence, madness.

Unless one says goodbye to what one loves, and unless one travels to completely new territories, one can expect merely a long wearing away of oneself and an eventual extinction.

Dancing is the last word in life. In dancing one draws nearer to oneself.

The real function of art is to change mental patterns ... making new thought possible.

Man's need for art is absolutely primordial, as strong as, and perhaps stronger than, our need for bread. Without bread, we die of hunger, but without art we die of boredom.

Art must make you laugh a little and make you a little afraid. Anything as long as it doesn't bore.

Art doesn't go to sleep in the bed made for it. It would sooner run away than say its own name: what it likes is to be incognito. Its best moments are when it forgets what its own name is.

Art addresses itself to the mind, and not to the eyes. It has always been considered in this way by primitive peoples, and they are right.

Find your bones. Believe in what you are.

She's SINGLE doesnt really mean she's AVAILABLE.She's IN A RELATIONSHIP doesnt really mean she's NOT INTERESTED.She's ENGAGED doesnt really mean IT'S OVER.IT'S JUST COMPLICATED untill she's MARRIED!

I was a talking lover, which most women hate.

People here had redwood trees in their backyards. You were never far from the infinite.

There's more pressure to be famous for being yourself than if you're being a character.

I saw no reason why childhood shouldn't last forever. So I created clothes that worked and moved and allowed people to run, to jump, to leap, to retain their precious freedom.

I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on another level of being.

All in all I learned a lesson from it though. You never see it coming you just get to see it go.

Teachers wondered why I didn't speak up more in class. Why would I when I knew how precarious words could be, how betraying they were, how vulnerable they made you?

Prema (love): practise that; develop that; spread that; and all the hatreds and jealousies of today will disappear. That is the duty of the Divine Life Society, here as well as elsewhere.