To arrive is to be in prison.

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.

Creative people are curious, flexible, and independent with a tremendous spirit and a love of play.

Don't wait for inspiration. It comes while one is working.

Derive happiness in oneself from a good day's work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us.

The essential thing is to work in a state of mind that approaches prayer.

Color was not given to us in order that we should imitate Nature. It was given to us so that we can express our emotions.

Ever since there have been men, man has given himself over to too little joy. That alone, my brothers, is our original sin. I should believe only in a God who understood how to dance.

The artist begins with a vision - a creative operation requiring effort. Creativity takes courage.

I wouldn't mind turning into a vermilion goldfish.

Don't try to be original. Be simple. Be good technically, and if there is something in you, it will come out.

Happiness is being at home your own skin and being able to occupy your life.

If I could have looked into the future to see what I would have become, I wouldn't have become the person I was always meant to be. ~ lw

Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.

Pride comes from a place of real acknowledgment that somebody's actually living their life for themselves, and I want to be that example for my son.

Jerry Goldsmith is the #1 composer working now. He's open to new ideas and always inventing.

Meeting Justin Bieber was interesting. We were backstage at The Voice, and he was there premiering his "Boyfriend" music video. I was in six-inch heels, so I was towering over him like a giant.

All things are possible, once enough human beings realize that everything is at stake.

We write to taste life twice," Anais Nin wrote, "in the moment and in retrospection.

That great philosopher anonymous once said, never argue with a fool. People might not know the difference.

My favorite random email I got was from some guy who wrote: "Mr. Max, with the hope of a six year old on the night before Christmas asking about Santa, I ask the same question: Do you really exist?