Instead of art I have taught philosophy. Though technique for me is a big word, I never have taught how to paint. All my doing was to make people to see.

I prefer to see with closed eyes.

Good teaching is more a giving of right questions than a giving of right answers.

Every perception of color is an illusion, we do not see colors as they really are. In our perception they alter one another.

Easy-to know that diamonds-are precious, Good-to learn that rubies-have depth, But more-to see that pebbles-are miraculous.

We never really perceive what color really is, as it physically is. This fact makes color the most relative medium in art.

Abstraction is real, probably more real than nature.

Color is like cooking. The cook puts in more or less salt, that's the difference!

In order to use color effectively it is necessary to recognize that color deceives continually.

As we do not see squares in nature, I thought that it is man-made. But I have corrected myself. Because squares exist in salt crystals, our daily salt.

Learn to see and to feel life; that is, cultivate imagination, because there are still marvels in the world, because life is a mystery and always will be. But be aware of it.

No one sells records anymore. It's all about touring. It's all greatest hits records and box sets. And even those don't sell. People just go online.

I intend to be the greatest golfer in the world, the finest film producer in Hollywood, the greatest pilot in the world, and the richest man in the world.

It takes that je ne sais quoi which we call sophistication for a woman to be magnificent in a drawing-room when her faculties have departed but she herself has not yet gone home.

I've been really supported by my family and my wife. She really understands what I do, but it doesn't get any easier when you get away all the time and so I'm trying to find the balance.

We face a brutal enemy who will kill the innocent for one purpose and that is to gain control of the Middle East and to use the leverage of oil to bring down the West, and to attack us again.

love is a hawk with velvet claws love is a rock with heart and veins love is a lion with satin jaws love is a storm with silken reins

But for us there are moments, O, how solemn, when destiny trembles in the balance and the preponderance of either scale is by our own choice.

I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'.

He who leaves the game wins it.

You are not my high school crush, idiot.” “Great. I can die happy, then.