Inspiration? - a hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance.

We poison our lives with fear of burglary and shipwreck, and, ask anyone, the house is never burgled, and the ship never goes down.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

However tight I shut my eyes, there will always be a stray dog somewhere in the world who'll stop me being happy.

Believe me; all evil comes from the old. They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.

The object of art is to give life a shape.

Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.

Our entire life, with our fine moral code and our precious freedom, consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.

Each of us has a day .. when he has to accept, finally, the fact that he is a man.

The only immorality is not to do what one has to do when one has to do it.

The object of art is to give life shape.

Time and attention are the most precious gifts we can give.

The dream is short, repentance long.

There's a kind of slowness and inefficiency about rendering text in paint. We're in a world that's very fast, so things that slow you for a minute-give you pause-are good.

And don’t forget: Elvendork! It’s unisex!

Ari felt like, Hellooo, I have wings! I turn into a wolf! Blending is out is out of the question!

Every picture should have a place you can go, a home, a climax.

I have no interest in the printed word. I would continue to write if there were no writing and no print. I put my words down for a matter of memory. They are more made to be spoken than to be read.

I am actually very in touch with all of my emotions, from joy to pain, and I am free with them.

Sometimes chaos is a little easier to handle than the regular moments because your body just takes over. No time to think. Just do.

The electricity came on for the second time today wile we were eating. This may be a fool's paradise, but it's a paradise nonetheless.