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

It always seems to me that so few people live - they just seem to exist and I don't see any reason why we shouldn't live always - til we die physically.

War is killing the individual in it unless he has learned livingness - if he had it he wouldn't be a good soldier.

I'm frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!

Color is one of the great things in the world that makes life worth living to me and as I have come to think of painting it is my efforts to create an equivalent with paint color for the world, life as I see it.

I realized that I had things in my head not like what I had been taught - not like what I had seen - shapes and ideas so familiar to me that it hadn't occurred to me to put them down. I decided to stop painting, to put away everything I had done, and to start to say the things that were my own.

To make your unknown known - that's the important thing.