My pencil is like a fencer's foil.

I search for the realness, the real feeling of a subject, all the texture around it... I always want to see the third dimension of something... I want to come alive with the object.

Believe in yourself and believe in love. Love something.

Most artists look for something fresh to paint; frankly I find that quite boring. For me it is much more exciting to find fresh meaning in something familiar.

I think one's art goes as far and as deep as one's love goes.

I don't think that there is anything that is really magical unless it has a terrifying quality.

If you clean it up, get analytical, all the subtle joy and emotion you felt in the first place goes flying out the window.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.

When you lose your simplicity, you lose your drama.

I think you have to use your eyes as well as your emotion, and one without the other just doesn't work

What you have to do is break all the rules.

Invest in love to earn dividends of happiness.

I don't think people are fools, and I think they deserve a good attitude and smart entertainment.

I was never a Boy Scout, but oh, I wanted to be one when I was a kid about ten or eleven years old. But there wasn't anyplace where I could ever join the Boy Scouts.

He who requires much from himself and little from others, will keep himself from being the object of resentment.

Horrible to say, in a manner I am a Communist.

When I was a school kid in Coventry, I used to put up anti-apartheid stickers.

No one knows anything for sure.

Liberals and international diplomats (a distinction without a difference) have notorious difficulty understanding how to deal with totalitarian regimes.

We love those we are happy with. We do. For how else can we know we love them, or how else define loving?

Of course, I do my own stunts. And I also do my own lying.