I read that prior to the advent of color TV, most people dreamed in black and white.

We discard the personal specifics which don't conform to the ideal conventional beauty created by art directors and cinematographers.

I love seeing things that work in the micro and work in the macro.

I always thought being an artist was a lazy job. I was wrong.

When we as a society lose the ability to comment on what we see and to have an opinion on what we are exposed to, then we have all lost what makes us unique on this planet.

I dont think I talk to anybody the same way I talk to Moby.

We're making so many images today and it's unbelievable. I shoot stuff all the time. I try to figure a lot out before I paint. I do a tremendous amount of shooting.

I've always wished that I had a great ability to verbalize art theory and find a way that I fit in to the whole lineage, but I don't have a clue.

There's the people who have one of these cell phones in their pockets and don't have a clue how it's made. But I really want to understand.

I'm a painter, I'm an artist. I take things too far sometimes. I really need some comfort.

I wanted to finally feel better about understanding. I painted my wife because I wanted to understand her. I can talk to her, but I didn't understand why I was so compelled.

Does anybody know how I feel?Sometimes I'm numb...Sometimes I'm overcome...Does anybody care what's going on?Do I have to wear my scarsLike a badge on my arm?For you to see meI need to release

I believe in equality for everyone, except reporters and photographers.

Cost little less than new before they're ended.

While we are focusing on fear, worry, or hate, it is not possible for us to be experiencing happiness, enthusiasm or love.

It seems some have chosen to ignore or have simply forgotten the big-picture vision promoted by Dr. King and his kin.

A passage is not plain English - still less is it good English - if we are obliged to read it twice to find out what it means.

It was a sad thing. I don't know how he learned that.

My great wish is to go on in a strict but silent performance of my duty; to avoid attracting notice, and to keep my name out of the newspapers.

Peter would think her sentimental. So she was. For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying – what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt.

Everything I need now is here