I would dearly love to take up the brush again, but I realize that I am an old man and that I cannot set the world afire.

No one should have to grieve alone.

The warm green of the grass, sprinkled with flowers of many hues, is a carpet whereon we walk with noiseless tread.

So I put up with bad behavior in the name of loving the way I thought you were supposed to love.

... The continuation of her life was more than another day of breathing, but was the gift of another day of engagement with her beloved across the spectrum of all things.

It is hieroglyphic that will last, not stone heads. The future belongs to the word, not the image.(The mason Mutsose, in Achet-Aten).

The only way to get anunderstanding of the true wealthin your life is to acknowledge all thethings you have to be grateful for.

Lets talk to one another instead of about one another.

Antarctica has this mythic weight. It resides in the collective unconscious of so many people, and it makes this huge impact, just like outer space. It's like going to the moon.

It's funny, growing up there was never anybody around me with any kind of artistic bent.

Be good, kind, and friendly to the receptionist. She's had a hard day.

The human animal varies from class to class, culture to culture. In one way we are consistent: We are irrational.

Part of fashion is newness. It's got to be a new combination of elements that's shocking-stunning-beautiful all at the same time. But it doesn't have any emotion.