He of whom many are afraid ought himself to fear many.

I foresee it and yet I hardly ever carry it out as I foresee it. It transforms itself by the actual paint. I don't in fact know very often what the paint will do, and it does many things which are very much better than I could make it do.

Great art is always a way of concentrating, reinventing what is called fact, what we know of our existence- a reconcentration… tearing away the veils, the attitudes people acquire of their time and earlier time. Really good artists tear down those veils

Dreams, and predictions of astrology....ought to serve but for winter talk by the fireside.

Photographs are not only points of reference... they're often triggers of ideas.

I have to hope that my instincts will do the right thing, because I can't erase what I have done. And if I drew something first, then my paintings would be illustrations of drawings.

It's not what we profess but what we practice that gives us integrity.