Painting is seen as picture making, the making of an art object, something that can stand on its own.

I had been living with dialysis for three years or so, and the new kidney felt like a reprieve, a new gift of life. I felt alive again and I guess that has had an effect on my use of colour.

I tried to learn the violin for a while.

I have never subscribed to the Dirty Pallet school of painting.

I have to experiment with methods and I'm trying to find an authentic way of making an equivalent of the living, breathing person within the limits of a single picture.

I've had to do all kinds of jobs to pay the rent. I've even worked in a Cornish tin mine.

When I look at some of my old work, the pieces I find most interesting are the ones with people in them.

You could always go on changing things but there comes a time when you have to decide to stop.

I think most people see drawing as subservient to the subject, a sort of meditation, a studying, a searching observation, in my case, for its own sake.

There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.

Being normal?1 I have never had this experience.

Two friends-two bodies with one soul inspired.

I remember in the fifth grade my dad would take me to Manhattan to shop for clothes.

Sometimes it is the destinations out of reach that create the circumstances God uses to remind that we are never out of his reach.

A dangerous quality, if real; and a not less dangerous one, if feigned.

What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. Your answers lie inside of you.

Wisdom eventually comes to all of us. Someday it might even be your turn.

There are many things that go to make up an education, but there are just two things without which no man can ever hope to have an education and these two things are character and good manners.

There is a real danger that computers will develop intelligence and take over.