Here we were, corrupting all those Russians toward communism.

As far as I'm concerned, I want to remain the mean little man I always was.

I have never learned to draw a hand well enough, so why should I stop trying now?

I wish there was a painter who could paint as well as Ted Williams could hit.

Now painting is different. It's something recollected in tranquility.

It was a movement that had all the art critics, all the museum directors in its thrall.

Most artists like to think of themselves as rugged individualists, as independent characters.