It is possible to make a living thing, not a diagram of what I have been thinking: to posit with paint something living, something that changes each day.

Painting is an illusion, a piece of magic, so what you see is not what you see.

Frustration is one of the great things in art. Satisfaction is nothing.

There's some mysterious process at work here, which I don't even want to understand.

Usually I am on a work for a long stretch, until a moment arrives when the air of the arbitrary vanishes, and the paint falls into positions that feel destined.

We are image-makers and image-ridden... We work until we vanish.

To paint is a possessing rather than a picturing.

Painting seems like some kind of peculiar miracle that I need to have again and again.

Look at any inspired painting. It's like a gong sounding; it puts you in a state of reverberation.

To paint is always to start at the beginning again, yet being unable to avoid the familiar arguments about what you see yourself painting.

I am a night painter, so when I come into the studio the next morning the delirium is over.

Embrace all people with love, mercy and faith.

Don’t keep people in hatred. You might lose that very person who should endorse your next appointment letter if you are a skillful hater of people. Let love lead

I think the most important thing people can do is to learn about their watershed. And it's something no one knows.

My goal is to be remembered as a human being and as a great performer.

I have this personal affinity for the desert. I am fascinated by the desert. I love it.

The sun is coming down to earth, and the fields and the waters shout to him golden shouts.

I don't watch much telly, the telly hardly goes on, but the things I do watch are sort of nature programs, and something about the oceans and the amount of weird fish that's in there.

Do not give in to evil, but proceed ever more boldly against it.

It is true, I thought. I am living a life.

Music, love, death. Certainly a triangle of sorts; maybe even an eternal one. "The only people who can see the whole picture," he murmured, "are the ones who step out of the frame."