There is hope and a kind of beauty in there somewhere, if you look for it.

A good many people think as I do. If they like my work they are creative . . . or they are crazy.

You get talent when you discover the ground of your pain.

My paintings seem to make the strongest impression on people who are, well, who are crazy.

Some people say my work is often depressing and pessimistic, with the emphasis on death, blood, overcrowding, strange beings and so on, but I don't really think it is.

The Dutch customs once thought my pictures were photos. Where on earth did they think I could have photographed my subjects? In Hell, perhaps?

I like elegance. I like art nouveau; a stretched line or curve. These things are very much in the foreground of my work.

The creature we finally ended up building is biomechanical to the extent that he has physically grown into, or maybe even out of, his seat, - he's integrated totally into the function he performs.

You know I was curious - I was interested in all kinds of mystery or deeper meanings in the paintings because I myself have not analyzed why they have turned out like this or like that.

You know, it was just another presentation of my work, and a funny one, because the cards are quite different from the normal Tarot deck, no?

To wear something like that your whole life is the largest compliment someone can pay to you as an artist.

I'm planning, you see, to try to confine myself to the truth. That's hard for an old, inveterate fantasy martyr and liar who has never hesitated to give truth the form he felt the occasion demanded.

Our feelings and intuition are two of our greatest gifts. Too often we don't trust, rely, or act on them. ~Amanda Owen

[Walter White] was also one of the best lobbyist of the period.

Your children are your legacy to the world. As you raise them with love, you contribute to making this world a better place.

Our minds possess by nature an insatiable desire to know the truth.

When you've tasted excess, everything else tastes bland.

My backstory is so tedious. I hope the interviews are turning a corner now.

It's pretty intense writing about my own life, my own struggles.

I don't want them to kill no hog . . . . I want a man to go to that chair, on his own two feet.

Among the thousand white persons, I am a dark rock surged upon, and overswept.