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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Life is a divine adventure.

First wives are a rite of passage into adult life. In many ways it’s important that first marriages go wrong. That’s how we learn the truth about ourselves.

I'm working on restoring a cabinet over the obstruction of Senate Democrats. It will be one of the great cabinets ever assembled in American history.

Design is the conscious imposition of meaningful order.

Don't get bitter, just get better.

Complete independence does not mean arrogant isolation or a superior disdain for all help.

The transcendental promises a vacation from history.

One way to avoid criticism is to do nothing and to be a nobody. The world will then not bother you.

I'm not religious. It's an issue, 'cause I've got two little kids, and I feel you can't grow up without knowledge of religion.

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining.