I long ago came to the conclusion that even if I could put down accurately the thing I saw and enjoyed, it would not give the observer the kind of feeling it gave me. I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at-not copy it.

I see no reason for painting anything that can be put into any other form as well.

Marks on paper are free - free speech - press - pictures all go together I suppose.

Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression.

I got half-a-dozen paintings from that shattered plate.

I've been afraid every single day of my life, but I've gone ahead and done it anyway.

If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for a moment.