I think of painting as possessed by a structure... but a structure born of the flow of color feeling.

Color in color is felt at any and every place of the pictorial organization; in its immediacy - its particularity. Color must be felt throughout.

Decisions are being made a mile a minute while you're making the work, and it has to come out of experience and vision.

Alas, all too often, the dream turns into a mud puddle. I am left looking at a disaster. What to do! Keep working. I ask the Almighty for help. That frees me.

I work day and night without sleep. The paintings keep me fired up.

There is value in long years of obscurity, if one doesn't go insane or suicidal, in that, simply because nobody is looking, the habit of fooling around and trying things out gets ingrained.

I worked like a crazyman. I worked day and night, often days and nights at a time - without sleep. Gallons of coffee kept me awake; the paintings kept me fired up.

I think of color as being seen in and throughout, not solely on the surface.

Expect Nothing, Do Your Work, Celebrate.

What I would like in my painting is simply a spray of colour that hangs like a cloud, but does not lose its shape.

Of what use is a philosopher who doesn't hurt anybody's feelings?

...the truth was more powerful than a lie could ever be (Eric)

By 2035, there will be almost no poor countries left in the world.

Faced with crisis, the man of character falls back upon himself.

They started to try and keep us off the air in the beginning.

Nine out of ten Americans are actually monarchists at bottom. The fact is proved by their high suseptibility to political claims by president's sons and other relatives, usually nonentities.

You know, I'm going to start thanking the woman who cleans the restroom in the building I work in. I'm going to start thinking of her as a human being.

To become aware in time when young of the advantages of age; to maintain the advantages of youth in old age: both are pure fortune.

I like spoken-word as much as the singing word.

Trials are the soil in which faith flourishes.