I try in my prints to testify that we live in a beautiful and orderly world, and not in a formless chaos, as it sometimes seems.

Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check.

Are you really sure that a floor can't also be a ceiling?

I never got a pass mark in math ... Just imagine - mathematicians now use my prints to illustrate their books.

Science and art sometimes can touch one another, like two pieces of the jigsaw puzzle which is our human life, and that contact may be made across the boderline between the two respective domains.

My work is a game, a very serious game.

Hands, are the most honest part of the human body, they cannot lie as laughing eyes and the mouth can.

We adore chaos because we love to produce order.

It is human nature to want to exchange ideas, and I believe that, at bottom, every artist wants no more than to tell the world what he has to say.

I can't keep from fooling around with our irrefutable certainties. It is, for example, a pleasure knowingly to mix up two and three dimensionalities, flat and spatial, and to make fun of gravity.

So let us then try to climb the mountain, not by stepping on what is below us, but to pull us up at what is above us, for my part at the stars; amen.

If the good people in their wisdom shall see fit to keep me in the background, I have been too familiar with disappointments to bevery much chagrined.

Unthought-of Frailties cheat us in the Wise.

My obsessions tend to cluster, so I often have families of poems in which only a couple of them make it to the book. It can be satisfying to banish poems to my "crappy poems" file.

I wouldnt mind being in an American film for a laugh, but I certainly dont want to be in Thingy Blah Blah 3, if you know what I mean.

Vulnerability is the core of shame and fear and our struggle for worthiness, but it appears that it's also the birthplace of joy, of creativity, of belonging, of love.

In school I was pretty quiet. Kinda shy until my junior year. But at home I was a freak.

As soon as effective listening takes place, the ear identifies what needs to be done and guides the techniques search for a solution

All my friends are dying. That's why I always wear black.

Corneille is to Shakespeare as a clipped hedge is to a forest.

NOTHING goes exactly as planned. Make your OWN destiny