Color is the fruit of life.

Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.

Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.

When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.

Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.

Joy came always after pain.

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

I don't want to work. I want to smoke.

Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.

I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.

Sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body.

From the tattered edges of an exhausted mind, inspiration blooms... mental filters disintegrate and walls crumble, as the ocean of creativity washes over everything.

Character is very much a matter of health.

Failure is not an option for me. Success is all I envision

A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die

You know what the ideal dove gun for any given day is? Your other-the one you left at home.

I was always the front man for what I was doing from when I was 6.

Many of our deepest motives come, not from an adult logic of how things work in the world, but out of something that is frozen from childhood.

Light coursed through Karou and darkness chased it-burning through her, chilling her, shimmer and shadow, ice and fire, blood and starlight, rushing, roaring, filling her.

A solved problem creates two new problems, and the best prescription for happy living is not to solve any more problems.