The good thing about painting from memory is that so much is forgotten.

Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.

A work of art is the trace of a magnificent struggle.

Good composition is like a suspension bridge - each line adds strength and takes none away.

Paint the flying spirit of the bird rather than its feathers.

The object isn't to make art, it's to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable.

Do whatever you do intensely.

The sketch hunter moves through life as he finds it, not passing negligently the things he loves, but stopping to know them, and to note them down in the shorthand of his sketchbook.

Do not let the fact that things are not made for you, that conditions are not as they should be stop you. Go on anyway. Everything depends on those who go on anyway.

Pretend you are dancing or singing a picture. A worker or painter should enjoy his work, else the observer will not enjoy it.

Let every student enter the school with this advice. No matter how good the school is, his education is in his own hands. All education must be self education.

After the prayer they executed an armed robbery. That sounds very strange this many years later: prayer and then armed robbery.

We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.

Somebody who can reckon with the past, who can live with the past in the present, and move towards the future - that's fabulous.

The US condones violence in El Salvador.

Human beings are the only animal that thinks they change who they are simply by moving to a different place. Birds migrate, but it's not quite the same thing.

I am a great admirer of Henry Jeffreys and have been eagerly awaiting his booze and empire book for many years!

This is unbearable how I talk.

The word "art" does not designate the concept of a mere eventuality; it is a concept of rank.

I wrote my sonic meditations and started using them with students. I took a bunch of UCSD students out to Joshua Tree and we did the sonic meditations on the boulders.

Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!