You can always find somebody to beat up. This goes back to the schoolyard. Most men would think, Don't chum with girls. But I chummed with girls.

Art is the exclusion of the unnecessary.

A man climbs a mountain because it is there. An artist makes a work of art because it is not there.

My art springs from my desire to have things in the world which would otherwise never be there.

Art is an intersection of many human needs.

What do little kids do? They crawl on the floor and they build with blocks. I just continued to do that for the rest of my life.

Art is what we do. Culture is what is done to us. A photograph of an art object is not the art object. An essay about an artist's work is not the artist's work.

A place is an area within an environment that has been altered in such a way to make the general environment more conspicuous.

Once you turn something into something, its universal usage is over.

Why carve? It's a better sculpture that way. I'll never improve the block. So I just started using uncarved blocks.

If you're any good as an artist, you have to be doing something nobody else has interest in. Nobody would be interested in my work except a few crazy people.

Miracles have a higher percentage of being permanent than magical solutions.

The key to success―keep swimming. Even when they tap you on the shoulder to say the pool has been drained, just keep swimming.

What are you supposed to do when something like that happens? Do you hold on or let go?

You must be single minded. Drive for the one thing on which you have decided.

Your dream was given to you. If someone else can't see it for you, that's fine, it was given to you and not them. It's your dream. Hold it. Nourish it. Cultivate it!

Are you with women who only bleed monthly on their cycles?

If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it

Men! Too blind to see what a stone could see, and too stubborn to be trusted to think for themselves.

If true happiness depended on the thoughts of man, then all philosophers and deep thinkers would be filled to overflowing with it.

Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.