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

Here we were, corrupting all those Russians toward communism.

Impulses are hard to come by these days.

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

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

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

I'm the little dog who goes the wrong way-under the hoop.