There's always been a potential erotic possibility with objects.

Everything I do is completely original-I made it up when I was a kid.

I am for an art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twists and extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and is heavy and coarse and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself.

I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all.

My rule was not to paint things as they were. I wasn't copying; I was remaking them as my own.

The main reason for the colossal objects is the obvious one, to expand and intensify the presence of the vessel - the object.

Art is a technique of communication. The image is the most complete technique of all communication.

For a thorough use of ice cream cones, buy two; eat one and drop the other.

I am for an art that tells you the time of day, or where such and such a street is. I am for an art that helps old ladies across the street.

If I didn't think what I was doing had something to do with enlarging the boundaries of art, I wouldn't go on doing it.

I am for the art of underwear and the art of taxicabs. I am for the art of ice cream cones dropped on concrete.

Miracle: to love more with an irreparable heartache

The world consists of images on a screen, and consciousness is the steady light that emanates from the projector.

Life does often get in the way of one's reading.

There'll come a writing phase where you have to defend the time, unplug the phone and put in the hours to get it done.

I'm hopefully making the reader feel a lot about the characters and then about their own life.

The environment is where we all meet; where all have a mutual interest; it is the one thing all of us share.

The history of my state of Oklahoma offers a great example of pursuing the American Dream. It was built and settled by pioneers moving West to seek better lives.

Attention, Texas Brigade! The eyes of General Lee are upon you. Forward, march!

Were Love exempt from the militations of Necessity, he were greater than God and the World.

You are worse than you think you are, but also far more loved than you feel you are.