Nothing can be rushed. It must grow, it should grow of itself, and if the time ever comes for that work, then so much the better!

One eye sees, the other feels.

Art should be like a holiday: something to give a man the opportunity to see things differently and to change his point of view.

Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.

A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.

Art does not reflect what is seen, rather it makes the hidden visible.

Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.

The art of mastering life is the prerequisite for all further forms of expression, whether they are paintings, sculptures, tragedies, or musical compositions.

Art doesn't reflect what we see; it makes us see.

A line is a dot that went for a walk.

Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour.

As I opened my eyes and witnessed the whites

I am nothing, and not even that.

It is moments like these that force us to try harder, and dig deeper, and to discover gifts we never knew we had - to find the greatness that lies within each of us.

You can see a whole book as a series of creating an expectation and then delivering a skew on that expectation so it's not totally satisfied.

Pretending can be a bold form of experimentation and inventiveness. In pretending joy or happiness, we may discover or enhance our capacity for it.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

First feelings are always the most natural.

The majority of Americans, the ones who never elected George W. Bush, are not fooled by his weapons of mass distraction.

In new work, we need to see the shadow, however faint, of previous literary effort.

You know, we lose more homes every year to flooding than we do any other event in America.