What I have in mind is that art may be bad, good or indifferent, but, whatever adjective is used, we must call it art, and bad art is still art in the same way that a bad emotion is still an emotion.

I don't believe in art. I believe in artists.

The artist performs only one part of the creative process. The onlooker completes it, and it is the onlooker who has the last word.

Anything is art if an artist says it is.

It's not what you see that is art. Art is the gap.

Artmaking is making the invisible, visible.

I have forced myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.

Destruction is also creation.

I am interested in ideas, not merely in visual products.

You cannot define electricity. The same can be said of art. It is a kind of inner current in a human being, or something which needs no definition.

Living is more a question of what one spends than what one makes.

The one duty we owe to history is to rewrite it.

The higher you climb, the more Satan will take notice. Keep climbing! Heaven's gate has a lock.

Friendship neither finds nor makes equals.

I thought it would be cool to take flat-picking and put it in overdrive. I thought it would bend the ear.

We're Mexi-cans not Mexi-can'ts.

To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me

contemplating the misfortunes of others does not lighten one's own trouble but instead adds to it.

Spoons and skimmers you can be undistinguishably together; but vases and statues require each a pedestal for itself.

Could I just use the loo?” I asked the nice officer. “No.” She closed the door in my face, As if I might rig an explosion in the toilet. Honestly.

Even through such simple acts as telling the truth, being kind, and encouraging others, we bring a smile to God's face.