I love America. I lived here too but my links are exclusively Italian.

Prodigy only feeds on prodigy, fantasy on fantasy.

I couldn't get used to the community and social life of a theatrical set designer.

I call prodigy all that is invented, all that begins to exist from the second it is conceived, it is the process not the results, the principle and not the fruits.

All I know is that mine was a completely new theory about art, a new approach that made the pictures appear just like life does.

I haven't even ever wanted to distort. I isolate and represent.

I always use given and simple elements, I don't want to add or subtract anything.

An audience is perhaps unnecessary to the soul-searching mystic, but it is vital to the magician, the maker of prodigies.

My themes are derived from current events, from familiar situations, from daily life, because I never actively intervene against the object, I can feel the magic of its presence.

I never tried to stage, to fabricate an image.

I know how pathetically inadequate my medium [painting] is, but unfortunately I dispose of no other.

The adult within me would be much wiser to learn from the child within me rather than focus on the demand that the child within me grow up.

The mark of a legitimate revolution - the scientific, for example - was that it didn't brag about its revolutionariness but simply occurred.

I have an excellent memory, a most excellent memory.

A rich woman seems to have all her banknotes about her, guarding her virtue, like a cuirass, in the lining of her corset.

And when you don't have to talk to the person next to you, that's real clean. Takes a certain thing not to try to keep anything up, not to have to entertain one another.

The world cannot do without great men, but great men are very troublesome to the world.

I just want to preach so bad I can hardly stand it. I love what I do.

Don't give up on your dreams. You can become the person you know you really are.

Our criminal justice system has swallowed up too many people I love.

Every man who attacks my belief, diminishes in some degree my confidence in it, and therefore makes me uneasy; and I am angry with him who makes me uneasy.