In my youth, poverty enriched me, but now I can afford wealth.

If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.

Color is all. When color is right, form is right. Color is everything, color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.

If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.

Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.

All our interior world is reality, and that, perhaps, more so than our apparent world.

You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they're life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn't do with out flowers. Flowers help you forget life's tragedies.

My name is Marc, my emotional life is sensitive and my purse is empty, but they say I have talent.

Great art picks up where nature ends.

I am a little Jew of Vitebsk. All that I paint, all that I do, all that I am, is just the little Jew of Vitebsk.

All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.

The walls in my room know your name. They heard me sigh your name last night!

I've got fans and letters from Israel, France Germany, Sweden, London, Africa. They all saying pretty much the same thing, 'Yo, we love you, we need you, put some more music out, please!'

I am a believer and a conformist. Anyone can revolt; it is much more difficult to obey our inner promptings.

In the park I met other women and I started to get interested in their lives. I developed a lot of pressure to talk about women's lives, and children's lives, too. Children interest me tremendously.

You may be reborn a thousand times, but you can never know the real, for only that which dies, that which comes to an end, can renew itself.

The importance of prayer rises in proportion to the importance of the things we should give up in order to pray

You can't be too influenced by a great poet. You simply have to live through it.

I didn't get into making music for the fame aspect. There are people who do desire that.

I am blunt when I want to be.

A writer does not own words any more than a painter owns colors. So lets dispense with this originality fetish… Look, listen and transcribe and forget about being original.