My painting is visible images that conceal nothing... they evoke mystery. Mystery means nothing. It is unknowable.

We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.

Too often we tend to reduce what is strange to what is familiar. I intend to restore the familiar to the strange.

To be a surrealist means barring from your mind all remembrance of what you have seen, and being always on the lookout for what has never been.

Each thing we see hides something else we want to see.

People who look for symbolic meaning fail to grasp the inherent poetry and mystery of the images.

Nothing is confused except the mind.

Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.

If one looks at a thing with the intention of trying to discover what it means, one ends up no longer seeing the thing itself, but of thinking of the question that is raised.

The purpose of art is mystery.

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see, but it is impossible. Humans hide their secrets too well.

Never tell a depressed person to “Cheer up.” Unless you want them to tell you to “Shut up.

And after that, I watched our house collapse in on itself and I spent some time lying in the rubble. Then I vanished completely. I wasn't here at all. Then you phoned.

I think they should have movies in restaurants. I can't believe that so many people get together just to sit there. It's so abstract... isn't it abstract? What are these people sitting here watching?

Is there any delight as great as the child's discovering ability?

An open, competitive, and liberalized financial market can effectively allocate scarce resources in a manner that promotes stability and prosperity far better than governmental intervention.

I don't know, and I would rather not guess.

Prisons are the universities of the opposition.

We're talking about the chemical lobotomy. We're talking about the chemical straightjacketing of our children.

There's something sexy about a gut. Not a 400-pound beer gut, but a little paunch. I love that.

If I should have a daughter… I’m gonna paint the solar system on the backs of her hands so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say ‘oh I know that like the back of my hand.