Truth is, I didn't know what the hell I was doing when I got out of Cal Arts. I think I wasted a lot of time not being bold enough, or still engaged in the questioning that you get into at school.

I feel that the only thing that really matters in art and life is to go against the tidal wave of literalism and literal-mindedness-to insist on and live the life of the imagination.

The pictures present an improvised view of life as normal. Life is shown as we think we see it but in fact never do. The pictures imitate life to find a way out.

Spend a day talking only in rhyme.

For me, art history is like a feather bed - you fall into it and it catches you.

The only thing worth doing is what's never been done before.

Ever since I started painting, I have tried to get the fluidity and surprise of image connection, the simultaneity of film montage, into painting.

My focus was always toward imagery of some sort.

People tend to remember and mentally classify work according to how it looks, sometimes oblivious to the underlying intent.

This is a little off subject, but I'm interested in those cases where someone is barking up the wrong tree, or misapplying their talent.

Being in love is dangerous because you talk yourself into thinking you've never had it so good.

A good intention feeds no one.

It would be a godsend if the Church would suffer persecution today; she hasn't suffered it for hundreds of years. She is growing rich and lagging behind. Going back.

musicians rarely have a sense of humour, at least, about themselves.

I have three daughters. I wanted them to be raised where there are real seasons and where everyone their age wasn't trying to get into movies.

It is not an act of bravery to try to save your own village. It is an instinct to protect what you possess. Bravery is when you step in to help when you have nothing to lose.

An open society calls itself open to improvement. It is based on the recognition that people have divergent views and interests, and that nobody is in possession of the ultimate truth.

The attack on Dresden, which was overflowing with refugees, on February 13th 1945 caused around 250,000 dead.

The standpoint of the man who relies on religious experience for capturing Reality must always remain individual and incommunicable.

I may be ignorant but I ain't stupid!

There is no excuse for doing anything which is not strikingly beautiful.