There was very little art in my childhood.

As one gets older one sees many more paths that could be taken. Artists sense within their own work that kind of swelling of possibilities, which may seem a freedom or a confusion.

Bend color names which should be made of neon or copper tubing. Place an object on a surface - trace the object - then bend the object - leaving some part of it attached.

To be an artist you have to give up everything, including the desire to be a good artist.

Take an object. Do something to it. Do something else to it.

One night I dreamed that I painted a large American flag, and the next morning I got up and I went out and bought the materials to begin it.

When something is new to us, we treat it as an experience. We feel that our senses are awake and clear. We are alive.

I assumed that everything would lead to complete failure, but I decided that didn't matter – that would be my life.

One works without thinking how to work.

It's simple, you just take something and do something to it, and then do something else to it. Keep doing this, and pretty soon you've got something.

Art is either a complaint or appeasement.

God sends someone for each and every one of us to help with our loss. We just have to accept it.

People with disabilities are sometimes very humble and approachable, if you want a seasoned reputation, then behave like one of the handicaps.

India is growing at 8 percent. China is growing at 7 percent. And that for them is a catastrophically low number.

How do I know the past is not a fiction conceived to reconcile the difference between my state of mind and the present.

Christianity is religion for the executioner.

Pause and remember - You will make it to the other side of this hardship. One day you will look back with wiser eyes, understanding and gratitude. Hang in there!

We are the masters of our fate, the captains of our souls, because we have the power to control our thoughts.

it isn’t healthy, how wrapped up they are in each other. Relationships like that burn bright, but when they burn out, they leave everyone blistered.

By oft repeating an untruth, men come to believe it themselves.

Memories, how they linger in the twilight and in the wee small hours sometimes just before dawn.