I am for the art of underwear and the art of taxicabs. I am for the art of ice cream cones dropped on concrete.

Everything I do is completely original-I made it up when I was a kid.

I am for an art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twists and extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and is heavy and coarse and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself.

I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all.

My rule was not to paint things as they were. I wasn't copying; I was remaking them as my own.

The main reason for the colossal objects is the obvious one, to expand and intensify the presence of the vessel - the object.

Art is a technique of communication. The image is the most complete technique of all communication.

For a thorough use of ice cream cones, buy two; eat one and drop the other.

I am for an art that tells you the time of day, or where such and such a street is. I am for an art that helps old ladies across the street.

If I didn't think what I was doing had something to do with enlarging the boundaries of art, I wouldn't go on doing it.

Mine was not pop art. I maybe started with a subject, but I changed the subject.

When you have true love in your heart, You will never be depressed or fall apart.

My problem is that I don't paint ambitiously. It's all catch and release - just tiny fish that aren't really worth the trouble to clean and cook.

I can't imagine Revolution being quiet, unassuming, or bashful

The nobility of a human being is strictly independent of that of his convictions.

As an actor it's like, go with whatever excites you as an actor. What are you're going to invest yourself in as a character? What are you going to get into? Have a variety of characters to play.

You want to be yourself, idiosyncratic; the collective (school, rules, jobs, technology) wants you generic to the point of castration.

To be an actor you have to have a certain amount of madness in you. That’s why, when people meet you and you seem very together, they are quite surprised - they don’t see you behind closed doors.

Even if you don't have anything, even if you've got a quarter in your pocket, to share with someone else who has nothing really helps.

Often think of the worst-case scenario, the "Eaten By Wolves" factor.

Mental illness seems to be a communication problem between interpreters one and two.