The key is in remaining just aloof enough from a painting so that you know when to stop.

You have to sniff out joy. Keep your nose to the joy trail.

Digital imaging allows both groups to rise above the limitations of mess and clutter and mechanics, and apply our talents to creating images limited only by our imaginations.

As a teenager I started painting and playing guitar.

Music has been my playmate, my lover, and my crying towel.

The paintings are transferred from my computer to a disk, and I can hand it to the printer this way; or I can modem the painting to the printer over the phone lines from my house in Hawaii.

Some people say I was very brave, but I really just didn't know any better. All I had was my originality.

I work closely with the printer to get the final print the way I want it.

You have to leave room in life to dream.

Everybody's creative. We create our songs and our paintings, our families and our children. Every one of us is on the cutting edge of the future.

People sometimes ask me, because of the blacklisting, "Do you hate the government? Don't you hate white people?" No, it's greed that's the problem.

If you choose to keep your true face secret, then the people who know you by one mask, must never meet those who know you by another.

Hope is the only good that is common to all men those who have nothing else possess hope still.

Why doesn't love come with an owner's manual?

You might be smarter, your family might come from privilege, your daddy might own a company, but YOU WILL NOT OUT WORK ME!

Only by pairing knowledge with inspiration will art evolve. Without these conditions any musician will remain a flawed artist, if one may speak of an artist at all.

I feel everything more deeply. Every action I take, I think of her first. That's a big change for me. That - and no sleep!

Our wine is bitter, but it is our wine.

Statism, which forces all of us within its orbit, is nothing but a political system of organized plunder, managed by every conceivable type of pressure group.

Whatever charm thou hast, be charming.

The critic is the duenna in the passionate affair between playwrights, actors and audiences - a figure dreaded, and occasionally comic, but never welcome, never loved.