I wanted to make people think of a totally different way of living from that which we, educated people, live. I would absolutely not want anyone to find it beautiful or good without a thought.

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

Your profession is not what brings home your weekly paycheck, your profession is what you're put here on earth to do, with such passion and such intensity that it becomes spiritual in calling.

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.

I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.

If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

For great things do not done just happen by impulse but are a succession of small things linked together.

The day I smile on you flirting with another man is the day you know our relationship is dead.

The destiny of every country is in the hands of the people who know God.

My sister is an ER doctor, and my brother is a teacher.

Anyone who's got a guitar, you like to pick it up. I can play a couple of songs, some '50s rock and roll, a bit of Elvis. That's it, really - I'm not a musician, I'm not a singer.

I think there's a lot of evolution that's happened in intangible ways, in terms of how I think about the work or how I plan it out.

To be sure of winning, invent your own game, and never tell any other player the rules.

I didn't even start playing the piano until I was about 13 or 14. I guess I must have had a little talent or whatever-you-call-it, but I practised regularly, and that's what counts.

Our nation owes a debt of gratitude to the 9/11 Commission members for their valuable service and important recommendations to improve homeland security.

Red hair is my life long sorrow.

To lovers of the long and intricate history of language the disuse and final death of certain words is a matter of regret. Yet every age bears witness to the inevitableness of such loss.