January is my favorite month, when the light is plainest, least colored. And I like the feeling of beginnings.

the capacity to work feeds on itself and has its own course of development. This is what artists have going for them.

I come to the point of using steel, and simply cannot. It's like the marriage proposal of a perfectly eligible man who just isn't loveable. It is wood I love.

Our society is monstrously disjunctive, at once so efficient in war and so inefficient in caring for the welfare of its members. It is frightening to see people rooting in garbage pails on streets, living in cardboard crates under bridges, while their government wages war. Even when there is an emergency in a household, decent parents do not forget to feed the children.

I had forgotten what sleep is like - a kingdom all its own.

Art comes into the highest part of the mind, that with which we can know the presence of God.

I never decided at all to be an artist; being an artist seems to have happened to me.