If you're a painter, you're not alone. There's no way to be alone.

Half the world wants to be like Thoreau worrying about the noise of traffic on the way up to Boston; the other half use up their lives being part of that noise. I like the second half.

The final test of a painting, theirs, mine, any other, is: do the painter's emotions come across?

I paint not the things I see but the feelings they arouse in me.

You paint the way you have to in order to give. That's life itself, and someone will look and say it is the product of knowing, but it has nothing to do with knowing, it has to do with giving.

If you're a painter, you're not alone. There's no way to be alone.

To be right is the most terrific personal state that nobody is interested in.