It is precisely from the regret left by the imperfect work that the next one can be born.

While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.

True art lies in a reality that is felt.

I await joyous surprises while working, an awakening of the materials that I work with and that my spirit develops.

My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.

My originality consists in putting the logic of the visible to the service of the invisible.

I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.

Like music my drawings transport us to the ambiguous world of the indeterminate.

What distinguishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art.

I am certain about what I will never do - but not about what my art will render.

One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.

lack of judgment frustrates the heart of God

We fought a war on poverty, and poverty won

We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.

I want to be extraordinarily ordinary. I believe that's the most extraordinary a person can possibly be.

You are not stuck where you are unless you decide to be.

Our civilization depends critically on software, and we have a dangerously low degree of professionalism in the computer fields

I never like the way I look. I don't. I never look at myself.

I felt a constant, low-flying desperation, the kind you feel when you are trying, trying, trying to get something you will never, ever get.

I am for the First Amendment from the first word to the last. I believe it means what it says.

I learned not to care ... and to write for an imaginary reader whose tastes were similar to my own.