Art will liberate itself from the needs and desires of men. No longer will we paint a forest ora horseas we like oras theyappear to us, but as they really are.

I never, for instance, have the urge to paint animals 'the way I see them,' but rather the way they are... The way they themselves look at the world and feel their being

We are staunch and true and in rather a champagne mood.

Art has always been and is in its very essence the boldest departure from nature. It is the bridge into the spirit world.

Art is nothing but the expression of our dream; the more we surrender to it the closer we get to the inner truth of things, our dream-life, the true life that scorns questions and does not see them.

Is there a more mysterious idea than to imagine how nature is reflected in the eyes of animals?

Today we are searching for things in nature that are hidden behind the veil of appearance... We look for and paint this inner, spiritual side of nature.

The great artists do not seek their forms in the midst of the past, but take the deepest soundings they can of the genuine, profoundest of their age.

What appears spectral today will be natural tomorrow.

Like everything genuine, its inner life guarantees its truth. All works of art created by truthful minds without regard for the work's conventional exterior remain genuine for all times...

Todayart is moving in a direction of which our fathers would never even have dreamed.We stand before the new pictures as in a dream and we hear the apocalyptic horsemen in the air.

Colonel Henry Blake, a surgeon: "I can paint a barn with someone else's blood. I just can't stand to see my own.

He understood well enough how a man with a choice between pride and responsibility will almost always choose pride--if responsibility robs him of his manhood.

Have some pride, will ya? Begging someone to like you is so pathetic.

Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing

Literature is about telling stories.

Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe just like I told you!

Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers

Prison walls are meant not only to keep convicts in, but to keep the would-be investigator out.

I was never named in the early years as having anything to do with the assassination of Malcolm.

Probably the greatest writer of westerns himself was Homer. His character were never all good or all bad. They're half and half, these characters, as all human beings are.