Sitting on the floor of a room in Japan, looking out on a small garden with flowers blooming and dragonflies hovering in space, I suddenly felt as if I had been too long above my boots.

On pavements and the bark of trees I have found whole worlds.

I believe that painting should come through the avenues of meditation rather than the canals of action.

The search for an equilibrium is essential for the artist, to be as aware of inner space as he is of outer space.

I am accused often of too much experimentation.., but what else should I do when all other factors of man are in the same condition. I thrust forward into space as science and the rest do.

An artist must find his expression closely linked to his individual experience or else follow in the old grooves resulting in lifeless forms.

We all feel a separateness; we wish that a drop of water would soften our ego; the world needs a common conscience: agreement... we must concentrate outside ourselves.

At a time when experimentation expresses itself in all forms of life, search becomes the only valid expression of the spirit.

According to one critic, my works looked like scraped billboards. I went to look at the billboards and decided that more billboards should be scraped.

We look at the mountain to see the painting, then we look at the painting to see the mountain.

White lines in movement symbolize a unifying idea which flows through the compartmented units of life bringing the consciousness of a larger relativity.

Art’s only concern with the real is to abolish it, and to substitute for it a new reality

I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons

If you're a fan of hurting others, talking down to, or trying to bring others down, then never call yourself a fan of mine.

Atlanta is where I want to be. Believe that.

People that go through what I went through and people going through divorce, it's really a difficulty process; it's heartbreaking and it hurts really bad. It can really mess with your head.

What does it mean, to lose one's mind? Where does it go? If a man is out of his mind, where is he? What is insane when the world is mad by contrast?

We are not the reason the gospel works; the gospel is the reason the gospel works.

I do think I am a country boy at heart. I love the buzz of towns and going out with friends and sitting with them drinking and whatever - it's fun - but, at the same time, I like space and freedom.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

I hardly know so true a mark of a little mind as the servile imitation of others.