Painting, like passion, is a living voice.

I prefer to leave the paintings to speak for themselves.

When painters feel the need to make a shift toward self-discovery, they turn to black and white for a time.

Aesthetics is for the artist like ornithology is for the birds.

Sculpture is what you bump into when you back up to see a painting.

Painting, like passion, is a living voice, which, when I hear it, I must let it speak, unfettered.

A painter is a choreographer of space.

I hope that my painting has the impact of giving someone, as it did me, the feeling of his own totality, of his own separateness, of his own individuality.

It is our function as artists to make the spectator see the world our way not his way.

The impulse of modern art was this desire to destroy beauty.

Any art worthy of its name should address 'life', 'man', 'nature', 'death' and 'tragedy'.

I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.

The good and bad things are what form us as people... change makes us grow.

But when you are embodied in a location, in a physical plant, in a set of people, and in a common history, that constrains your evolution and your ability to evolve in certain directions.

Every man's dream is to be able to sink into the arms of a woman without also falling into her hands.

I'm a horrible girlfriend. I always was. I'm great at the beginning, because I can be very romantic.

The architect Borromini's Quattro Fontane, a little church in Rome, is one of the most beautiful rooms in history.

Be aware that the difference between heaven and earth is not so much altitude but attitude.

Have you tried to talk to her?" "What would you like me to say Bastian? OH, I'M SORRY, INEZ. I DIDN'T MEAN TO BITE YOU, MY FANGS SLIPPED.

Je n'avais pas besoin de cette hypothèse-là.

Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?