It's ridiculous what I do. I can't believe in it - but I have to.

It's such a crass idea - you're either in love or out of love.

I can't understand why most people believe in medicine and don't believe in art, without questioning either.

I have always been aware that you have to get people listening before you can change their minds. Any artist's big fear is being ignored, so if you get debate, that's great.

It's very easy to say, 'I could have done that,' after someone's done it. But I did it. You didn't. It didn't exist until I did it.

I think as an artist you have to reinvent yourself every day.

Painting is so poetic, while sculpture is more logical and scientific and makes you worry about gravity.

You've really got to get down on the floor with yourself and get low in order to make great art. I think you've just got to accept who you are and do the most unbelievable things.

I sometimes feel that I have nothing to say and I want to communicate this.

I believe all painting and art should be uplifting for the viewer.

I love color. I feel it inside me. It gives me a buzz.

Take care of your manners as seriously as your money.

Everyone has to start somewhere. If you let people bring you down now, you’ll never know how high you could climb. And you owe it to yourself to try.

A problem is a solution yet to be discovered

Imitate the sun. Don't worry if people understand you. Just shine shine shine.

I learned early on not to listen to either critique - the people who love you or the people who don't like you.

All physical beings have communication from their inner being in the form of emotion, and so, whenever your emotion is positive, you can know that you are in harmony with your inner intention.

The time for speaking seldom arrives, the time for being never departs.

As an artist you are free to use any image, any style, any idea from any culture and any period of history.

Dear brothers and sisters, after the great Pope John Paul II, the cardinals have elected me - a simple, humble worker in the vineyard of the Lord.

The abstract, unreal freedom of the liberal intellect was really nothing more than childish disobedience, amplified into anarchy.