Those who largely rely on their hands and the beautiful or shocking traces of the imagination that they leave on the canvas ...CONCRETE... one builds a picture.

Of course, when one is faced with a canvas, one is no longer alone, and the sense of solitude diminishes. This can be an agreeable passage of time. In fact, solitude then becomes a kind of companion.

Too many modern painters set themselves satisfied with just a coincidence, the spot in its raw, meaningless form.

The deliberate expansion of means and methods does not automatically bring a new dimension of value.

Whoever thought the immediate alternates with the immediate action is not an abstract painter.

Everything that you paint may be used as evidence against you.

Only during the action is the idea of matter influenced.

Our wounds can so easily turn us into people we don't want to be, and we hardly see it happening. Protect your heart, love yourself, and be with people who love and care for you.

We think to dance, and dance in thought. But to hibernate in the mind, is to bring upon us an apocalypse of the Soul.

The minds of small children are more interested in clockwork trains, jumping in puddles and other important childhood endeavours.

Sir, I would rather be right than to be President.

He who is not liberal with what he has, does but deceive himself when he thinks he would be liberal if he had more

Oh, God. What was happening to her, she was turning into a normal person.

I dont hate L.A. There's a very beautiful side to it; it's scenic, and I can go horse riding.

Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.

The kindness and affection from the public have carried me through some of the most difficult periods, and always your love and affection have eased the journey.

Consciousness has forced us into the paradoxical position of striving to be unself-conscious of what we are - hunks of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones.