I primarily buy art to show it off.

Being a good artist is the toughest job you could pick, and you have to be a little nuts to take it on.

My aim in life isn't so much the pursuit of happiness as the happiness of pursuit.

Art collectors are pretty insignificant in the scheme of things. What matters and survives is the art.

By and large, talent is in such short supply that mediocrity can be taken for brilliance rather more than genius can go undiscovered.

Nothing is as uplifting as standing before a great painting whether it was painted in 1505 or last Tuesday.

Be the Worst You Can Be: Life's Too Long for Patience and Virtue

The fact that in the last 10 years only five of the 40 Turner Prize nominees have been painters tells you more about curators than about the state of painting today.

There are no rules about investment. Sharks can be good. Artist's dung can be good. Oil on canvas can be good.

I don't buy art in order to leave a mark or to be remembered; clutching at immortality is of zero interest to anyone sane.

Nobody can give you advice after you've been collecting for a while. If you don't enjoy making your own decisions, you're never going to be much of a collector anyway.

So I wonder what it is this need to tell.To animate somehow the deathly stillness of the profoundest beauty. Breathe life in the telling.

My family couldn't be more supportive. They're worried and they're always in my business, and my mother does send me grad-school applications every now and again.

Great men can't be ruled.

The height of foolishness is to discard an opportunity without full investigation

I'm so lucky. I have such a great support system. All I have to do is run.

I got a rhythm going. The guys just did a good job of putting the ball in my hands.

Two things can make life meaningful: books and love. ...I already have books. Now I am setting off in search of love.

Positivity is like a boomerang. The more we put it out there, the more it comes back to us.

The human race should just slow down and think about what it is doing.

First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.-Roland Deschain, of Gilead