The satirical direction I have chosen is an indication of my disappointment in man, which is the opposite way of saying that I have high expectations for the human race.

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

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.

Here we were, corrupting all those Russians toward communism.

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