If fact were enough, you could take a photo of the subject. Unlike the sensitive observer, however, the camera never selects or comments, never adds or subtracts.

People aren't interested in blueprints; they want to sense the painter's involvement and pleasure in the subject. . . . Paint a sense of place.

When you paint things exactly as they are, you don't show people anything that they couldn't see for themselves; you're telling them what they already know.

You can write a letter with a typewriter, a pencil, or a crayon. What you have to say is the important thing.

If you're not excited about the subject, the viewer won't be either.

His heart expanded until he was nothing but a heart. A giant pounding heart on two shaking legs walking over to her.

Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

I'm the kindest, most supportive friend ever, probably to my own detriment, but I hope that I am toughening up a little bit.

I believe that ultimately the situation in Kosovo can only be resolved through self-determination.

War all comes down to these little tiny stories about people's lives that will never be the same.

When you do portraits professionally it's not a desire, it's for money.

The best exercise in the world is to bend down and help someone up.

Last month, the Iraqi people went to the polls, voting in their first free election in more than 50 years.

We don't always get to choose what we love.

Whenever people eat or drink together, it's communion.