Why dont they stick to murder and leave art to us?

The artist who imagines that he puts his best into a portrait in order to produce something good, which will be a pleasure to the sitter and to himself, will have some bitter experiences.

The artist is the world's scapegoat.

There are infinite modes of expression in the world of art, and to insist that only by one road can the artist attain his ends is to limit him.

A sculptor is supposed to be a dull dog anyway, so why should he not break out in colour sometimes, and in my case I'd as soon be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.

A wife, a lover, can perhaps never see what the artist sees. They rarely ever do. Perhaps a really mediocre artist has more chance of success.

To think of abstraction as an end in itself is undoubtedly letting oneself be led into a cul-de-sac and can only lead to exhaustion and impotence.

To accuse me of making sensations is the easiest way of attacking me, and in reality leaves the question of sculpture untouched.

Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up."You're cute when you're worried, " she muttered. "Your eyebrows get all scrunched toge

When in love or inspired, An eternal kiss from the divineAwaits us all.

You are good in countless ways, and you are not evil when you are not good, you are only loitering and sluggard.

I would never understand photography, the sneaky, murderous taxidermy of it.

Absent in body but present in spirit.

Any artist manages his own business along with his manager. Every band should.

If you look at China - and frankly, Vietnam now is doing a big number, and you look at Japan and India and Mexico - Mexico's killing us at the border and they're killing us with trade.

I only dated one Asian girl, but she was very Asian. She was a panda.

I've heard it said that children born to stressful times never shake the air of woe . . . .

The night Makes everything grotesque. Is it because Night is the nature of man's interior world?