If I were to think of and dwell on disastrous possibilities, I could do nothing. I throw myself headlong into my work, and come up again with my studies.

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.

Hatred is exhausting. You must constantly remind yourself why you hate someone and waste needless energy to keep hating them.Forgiveness

Zebrowski says that if you killed someone else just hide the body, he's not starting over on the paperwork.

She asked where he lived. Second to the right, ' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.

Perhaps they are singing songs to you, ' he said, 'and I just think they’re asking me questions.' He paused again. Sometimes he would pause for days, just to see what it was like.

I don't know how to organise thoughts. I don't know how to have thoughts.

When I felt that fame - people were nosing me out - well, I moved on. I used traveling names; wigs if necessary.

I'm happy to report that 'The New Press' is still in business to this day. But not thanks to me. I was a really bad publishing intern.

If technology has finally caught up with individual liberty, why would anyone who loves freedom want to rethink that?

What breaks capitalism, all that will ever break capitalism, is capitalists. The faster they run the more strain on their heart.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.