I think that painting relates very neatly to inner travel and the exploration of inner worlds. With painting, I always get the impression that you're sort of entering into a shared space.

A good painting has to do about 12 things at once.

I can only think of a handful of artists that can make a funny painting or a funny sculpture without it feeling coined in someway.

You have the 20th century wrapping up and everything is moving at this breakneck speed? And then, painting is still walking. It's just a very human activity that takes time.

I think you do kind of slip into a trance when you look at a painting. At least I do.

There are different kinds of concentration required to make a painting, different kinds of being present.

I think, with abstraction, it's easy to fall into a sort of pastiche.

I think painting has that unique potential to project opposing viewpoints.

Technology's always changing. There was a time where oil painting was a new technology. That changed painting.

Paintings exist in the present tense, yet somehow, because of how it's structured, it can move backwards through time as well.

It's a funny semantic turn - when someone paints a landscape, no one says they "borrowed" it, only that they painted it.

One cannot answer for his courage when he has never been in danger.

Be in a close association with your creator, for love will do its best

We must not waste life in devising means. It is better to plan less and do more.

I love how pop culture shapes a generation. The trends, fashion and events all play a key part in how we live our present lives, and will mark how we will be remembered in the future.

The music should be first, not the ego or the personality or the style.

Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.

Quite a lot of the girls I get photographed with are just friends and then, according to the papers, I have, like, 7,000 girlfriends.

She wasn't much to look at but she was something to think about.

I should have roared you down when first you told me your suspicion. But I wilted, and like a Christian, I confessed. Confessed! Some dream I had must have mistaken you for God that day.

Aim for the top. There is plenty of room there. There are so few at the top it is almost lonely there.