In the arts, as in life, everything is possible provided it is based on love.

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.

Calling a book "Young Adult" is just a fancy way of saying the book is censored.

She became his Ariadne, leading him through the labyrinth of books, stopping now and then to pass another one to him.

I went through a phase of reading lots of Urdu poetry, thanks to the great transliterated versions that have become available.

Once in a while an enlightened teacher goes out into the world and spreads the dharma. They attract some attention, and it is a great spectacle to see who and why and what is drawn.

The present hour is always wealthiest when it is poorer than the future ones, as that is the pleasantest site which affords the pleasantest prospect.

I had no more need of God than He had of me, and if there were one, I often said to myself, I would meet Him calmly and spit in His face.

I have an enormous family because I'm from Montreal and my family's Catholic, so my dad has eight siblings and they all have kids and we all grew up in the same property on weekends and summers.

You volunteering to play Big Gulp? ~Wraith

Legions and fleets are not such sure bulwarks of imperial power as a numerous family

People who have never had a broken heart will never understand dead roses, Tolstoy, airport lounges, Albinoni's Adagio in G Minor, neat brandy, the moon and drizzle.