Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue - that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man's destruction is finished.

I want real things ... music that makes holes in the sky.

Happiness goes like the wind, but what is interesting stays.

Since I cannot sing, I paint.

A flower is relatively small... Still in a way-nobody sees a flower-so I said to myself-I'll paint it big.

It's not enough to be nice in life. You've got to have nerve.

I don't see why we ever think of what others think of what we do – no matter who they are. Isn't it enough just to express yourself?