When you draw something it lives and when you photograph it it dies

If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.

Always we try to put the wild in a cage.

It's despair at the lack of feeling, of love, of reason in the world. It's despair that anyone can even contemplate the idea of dropping a bomb or ordering that it should be dropped. It's despair that so few of us care. It's despair that there's so much brutality and callousness in the world. It's despair that perfectly normal young men can be made vicious and evil because they've won a lot of money. And then do what you've done to me.

I hate the uneducated and the ignorant. I hate the pompous and the phoney. I hate the jealous and the resentful. I hate the crabbed and mean and the petty. I hate all ordinary dull little people who aren't ashamed of being dull and little.

Art's cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart.

One degrades oneself sometimes in the effort not to be lonely.