But you can’t put fight into a man’s guts if he hasn’t any fight in him. There are some of us so cowardly that you can’t ever make heroes of us, not even if you frighten us to death. We know too much, maybe. There are some of us who don’t live in the moment, who live a little ahead, or a little behind.

Every time you come to the limit of what is demanded of you, you are faced with the same problem-to be yourself!

Perhaps I have not lined his portrait too clearly. But if he exists, if only for the reason that I have imagined him to be. He came from the blue and returns to the blue. He has not perished, he is not lost. Neither will he be forgotten.

There's nothing wrong with the world. What's wrong is our way of looking at it.

What I want is to open up. I want to know what's inside me. I want everybody to open up. I'm like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin-- to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I'm sure of it.

On the meridian of time, there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.

To paint is to love again, and to love is to live life to the fullest.