In my experience a painting is not made with colors and paint at all. I don't know what a painting is; who knows what sets off even the desire to paint?

Painting is an illusion, a piece of magic, so what you see is not what you see.

Frustration is one of the great things in art. Satisfaction is nothing.

There's some mysterious process at work here, which I don't even want to understand.

Usually I am on a work for a long stretch, until a moment arrives when the air of the arbitrary vanishes, and the paint falls into positions that feel destined.

We are image-makers and image-ridden... We work until we vanish.

To paint is a possessing rather than a picturing.

Painting seems like some kind of peculiar miracle that I need to have again and again.

Look at any inspired painting. It's like a gong sounding; it puts you in a state of reverberation.

To paint is always to start at the beginning again, yet being unable to avoid the familiar arguments about what you see yourself painting.

I am a night painter, so when I come into the studio the next morning the delirium is over.

I've said my friend, not once, but twice, never trust a preety girl cause darkness waits a mile behind her smile!!

Intellectual capacity is the key to solving any complex problem.

I grow tired of 18th century moralities in a 20th century space-atomic age

That's, of course, the beautiful thing about science - that it's all about things we don't understand, not just the things we do understand.

Sometimes a man is intensely, even passionately, attached to suffering — that is a fact.

The world is full of women, and the women full of wile; so that a man, if he goeth not warily withal, shall surely fall a prey thereunto.

What could be more convincing, moreover, than the gesture of laying one's cards face up on the table?

The lesson of history is rarely learned by the actors themselves.

A single spark of occasion discharges the child of passions into a thousand crackers of desire.

Before healing others, heal yourself