Think hard before you begin, then enter the work.

Look long enough, out or in, and you’ll be glad you are who you are.

If two people love the same thing, she reasoned, then they must love each other, at least a little, even if they never say it.

What the world calls failure, I call learning.

He and I had a bridge that no one else traveled that made us artistic lovers, passionate without a touch of the flesh. He made me thrive, and valuing that, I could do nothing that would endanger it.

Everybody works . . . . That's what life is. Work and a little play and a lot of prayer.

Bicyclist's Philosophy of Life..."It's a matter of faith. You can keep upright only by moving forward. You have to have your eyes on the goal, not the ground.

No one but another painter could know the delicacy required to balance the complexities, to keep reality at bay in order to remain in the innermost center of his work.

If you feel joy when you do something unselfish for him, and would just as soon do it in secret as openly, then that rings of the true metal

I absorbed as many Impressionist paintings as I could, in Parisian museums and in many museums in the United States and in books, looking for clues to architecture, clothing, settings.

To me, art begets art. Painting feeds the eye just as poetry feeds the ear, which is to say that both feed the soul.

I pushed him against his Jeep, looked him dead in the eye and kissed him. He asked if he could come up, and I just walked up the steps and said, not yet. That was the moment I knew I loved him.

Don't necessarily avoid sharp edges. Occasionally they are necessary to leadership.

So the American government lied to the Native Americans for many, many years, and then President Clinton lied about a relationship, and everyone was surprised! A little naive, I feel!

The first function of poetry is to tell the truth, to learn how to do that, to find out what you really feel and what you really think.

There are some temptations which are so strong that they must be virtues.

So, we, as human beings, live in a very imprecise world. A world where our perceptions of reality are far more important than actual reality.

If the prudence of reserve and decorum dictates silence in some circumstances, in others prudence of a higher order may justify us in speaking our thoughts.

Before sight and sound hijacked our attention, we shared with all life a sort of common sense, a chemical sense that depended on direct contact with matter in the water or the air.

I always knew that Neil Kinnock belonged in the economic nursery. Now, God help us we've got twins.

Don't have much, but what I've got is yours, except of course my steel guitar.