My aim is to escape from the medium with which I work.

I search for the realness, the real feeling of a subject, all the texture around it... I always want to see the third dimension of something... I want to come alive with the object.

Believe in yourself and believe in love. Love something.

Most artists look for something fresh to paint; frankly I find that quite boring. For me it is much more exciting to find fresh meaning in something familiar.

I think one's art goes as far and as deep as one's love goes.

I don't think that there is anything that is really magical unless it has a terrifying quality.

If you clean it up, get analytical, all the subtle joy and emotion you felt in the first place goes flying out the window.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.

When you lose your simplicity, you lose your drama.

I think you have to use your eyes as well as your emotion, and one without the other just doesn't work

What you have to do is break all the rules.

Renounce poor work.Shun trivial work.Entertain respectable work.Welcome superior work.Honor transcendent work.

Merciful God!" sighed the General. "We've arrived." And it was true. For there was the sea, and on the other side of the sea was the world.

I've always loved the '40s romantic comedies and the idea of those mistaken identities and lovers' misunderstandings.

How can you have a director that doesn't go to work with the crew every day and talk to them?

As much as we have free choice, absolute destiny is immutable. What is meant to happen does, through one measure or another.

I'm just calm under fire. I'm not intimidating at all.

True love is impossible for those to whom principles mean little.

Um, thanks,” she said. It was nice to see one woman finally immune to that accent. That wasn’t to say Rose wasn’t a sucker for accents. She just preferred hers from the other side of Europe.

The dumbest mistake is viewing design as something you do at the end of the process to 'tidy up' the mess, as opposed to understanding it's a 'day one' issue and part of everything.

Who was I? The stranger was footsteps in the snow a long time ago.