A lot of different things had to come together over the years, accumulated experiences of a general and personal nature, before the idea and the decision were developed and then carried out.

I don't create blurs. Blurring is not the most important thing; nor is it an identity tag for my pictures.

Art is the highest form of hope.

It is a danger to wait around for an idea to occur to you. You have to find the idea.

I like everything that has no style: dictionaries, photographs, nature, myself and my paintings. (Because style is violent, and I am not violent.)

I would like to try to understand what is. We know very little, and I am trying to do it by creating analogies. Almost every work of art is an analogy.

All photographs are far more important than any painting.

Picturing things, taking a view, is what makes us human; art is making sense and giving shape to that sense. It is like the religious search for God.

I want pictorial content without sentiment, but I want it as human as possible

Abstract pictures are fictive models, because they make visible a reality that we can neither see nor describe, but whose existence we can postulate.

My paintings are wiser than I am.

...Thought lengths it, pulls an invisible world through a needle's eye one detail at a time, ...

Happy soul, happy life.

One bright sunny day at a successful Literary Agency…Literary Agent: “So, Tina – we asked you to try and write a children’s story…”Tina: “Uh-huh.

Stop. Breathe. Allow yourself the luxury of doing nothing for a moment, or an hour, or even a day. It is in emptiness that inspiration will appear.

I'm so unfamiliar with the gym, I call it James!

You guys looking for my dad? People are always, like, looking for him, and he's never around. Daddy is so not here. And I mean that literally and spiritually.

To the death with honor, shoulder to shoulder, and no one gets closer to a Stepson than his partner.

My friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in places I used to play. And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on. I’m just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

My own opinion is that youthfulness of feeling is retained, as is youthfulness of appearance, by constant use of the intellect.

Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?