I paint because the spirits whisper madly inside my head.

Art is everywhere you look for it, hail the twinkling stars for they are God's careless splatters

Painting, because of its universality, becomes speculation.

The language of art is celestial in origin and can only be understood by the chosen.

Can the darkness condemn the light?

I was created by the all powerful God to fill the universe with my masterpieces.

Artists create out of a sense of desolation. The spirit of creation is a excruciating, intricate exploration from within the soul.

I suffer for my art and despise the witless moneyed scoundrels who praise it.

It is only after years of struggle and deprivation that the young artist should touch color - and then only in the company of his betters.

You must study the Masters but guard the original style that beats within your soul and put to sword those who would try to steal it.

Dance is your words expressed with movement.

The Delta agent saw my itinerary and said, 'You’re flying to Jakarta via Atlanta, Frankfurt, Amsterdam, Bangkok and Kuala Lumpur? You must have really pissed off your travel agent.

One can be a pessimist in thought but not in action.

I don't want something special. I want something beautifully plain.

For the people that I love I only have one face but for some people we can't have one face.

I don't even listen to the records after they come out. It's outlawed in my house. My wife and my kids can't play any of my music around me. Once it comes out, for me, it's just business. Numbers.

However exquisitely human nature may have been described by writers, the true practical system can be learned only in the world.

I've always tried to keep my cover prices on the low side. I'm more interested in getting people to read the books we publish and less interested in the profit margin.

When a man angers you, he conquers you.

Sadly, we do a much better job of making people feel guilty than we do of delivering them from the guilt we create. We need to confess this and change our ways.

[H]istory assures us that civilizations decay quite leisurely.