The trend in some of the contemporary movements in art, but by no means all, seems to deny this ideal and to me appears to lead to a purely decorative conception of painting.

Great art is the outward expression of an inner life in the artist, and this inner life will result in his personal vision of the world.

If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.

No amount of skillful invention can replace the essential element of imagination.

More of me comes out when I improvise.

The only quality that endures in art is a personal vision of the world. Methods are transient: personality is enduring.

I guess I'm not very human. All I really want to do is paint light on the side of a house.

It's (the lack of communication between the people in his paintings, ed.) probably a reflection of my own, if I may say, loneliness. I don't know. It could be the whole human condition.

To me the most important thing is the sense of going on. You know how beautiful things are when you're traveling.

In general it can be said that a nation's art is greatest when it most reflects the character of its people.

There is a sort of elation about sunlight on the upper part of a house.

Reading sparks writing.

The future is the lie with which we justify the brutality of the present.

Hating is a full time job with no benefits, only an acquired type can do it. I thank God I didnt meet the qualifications.

I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some Wop.

Sookie, what have we done? And to whom?" "I killed a chicken. And I cooked it." "Sookie, Sookie. My bullshit meter is reading that as a false." -Eric Northman, Sookie Stackhouse

It is not true that there is dignity in all work. Some jobs are definitely better than others.

I don't know how to get anything done except getting on my knees and pleading for help and then getting on my feet and going to work.

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

If you plan on continuing a tradition, it might be a good idea to find out just what tradition it is that you intend to continue.

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.