I have lived on a razors edge. So what if you fall off. I'd rather be doing something I wanted to do. I'd walk it again.

I know now that most people are so closely concerned with themselves that they are not aware of their own individuality, I can see myself, and it has helped me to say what I want to say in paint.

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

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

I took back a barrel of bones to New York. They were my symbols of the desert, but nothing more. I haven't seen enough to think of any other symbolism. The skulls were there and I could say something with them.

One can not be an American by going about saying that one is an American. It is necessary to feel America, like America, love America and then work.

I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.