Philosophy gets its ugly head into everything, but I don't think we live philosophy anymore. It's done.

People always understand everything in retrospect.

Anything important has to be almost invisible. And underrated. So the understructure should be underrated, but strong enough to hold the earth.

Public art existed all along, but ecological art just naturally grew out of my thinking and writings in that area for years. I didn't get involved in it; I started what then became a movement.

People are always fighting reality until it's pushed down their throats.

Most wonderful things are unconscious.

People have too many problems during the day; they don't want to think.

When I'm gone, you'll be sitting in a cafe and say, "Do you remember Agnes?"

People don't hurt what they love.

I went through about six or seven painting methods just to see what I didn't want to do. And then I got off the wall, and went into the environment.

Thinking has an understructure and underpinnings.

A lamb among wolves!

Can I ask you something?" He placed the chain around her neck. She nodded. "Have you ever wanted something really badly that you know you shouldn't have, yet you can't stop yourself from wanting it?

The absent are always wrong.

My natural gravitation is toward the gray and the black and the white and the burgundy. Sort of muted, cool colors.

Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.

All along, let us remember we are not asked to understand, but simply to obey.

Are you mine?” Yes. “Are you mine?” Yes. “Are you mine?” No. “No?” No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.

Every match I go into, I'm the huge favorite. I lose a set and it's, like, crazy.

I can't read sheet music, I have to just listen to it, and then just go for it.

Popularity is neither fame nor greatness.