What I did for my last act as a painter, if you call me a painter, was to photograph the weave of the canvas, and enlarge it and enlarge it until it became like a landscape.

People always understand everything in retrospect.

Anything important has to be almost invisible. And underrated. So the understructure should be underrated, but strong enough to hold the earth.

Public art existed all along, but ecological art just naturally grew out of my thinking and writings in that area for years. I didn't get involved in it; I started what then became a movement.

People are always fighting reality until it's pushed down their throats.

Most wonderful things are unconscious.

People have too many problems during the day; they don't want to think.

When I'm gone, you'll be sitting in a cafe and say, "Do you remember Agnes?"

People don't hurt what they love.

I went through about six or seven painting methods just to see what I didn't want to do. And then I got off the wall, and went into the environment.

Thinking has an understructure and underpinnings.

The peasant is the only species of human being who doesn't like the country and never looks at it.

In all your getting, get understand. Proverbs paraphrased

Life wants you to be able to fully receive and give affection and love.

The weapons-violence hypothesis is far too simplistic a basis on which to base sound public policy.

A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.

I don't mind being the brunt of a joke, so long as it's a good one.

Freud tells us to blame our parents for all the shortcomings of our life, Marx tells us to blame the upper class of our society. But the only one to blame is oneself.

Love wants everything without condition, love has no law.

When I was in high school, I remember seeing girls crying in the bathroom every Monday about what they did that weekend. I never wanted to be that girl crying in the bathroom.

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!