Maira Kalman Quotes

I live in a small world of gouache and brush and pen and ink. I'd like to explore the world of multiples - etching and prints.

The most inspiring objects are books. I have about 5,000 volumes in my home library. It's an unending source of visuals and ideas.

My workspace is defined by books, ephemera, quiet and light. I don't have a computer, telephone or a fax machine there.

Every Monday morning is new hope.

On my desk, I always have a lemon or a lime drying. I love the fragrance. Also, a Staedtler eraser, a brush for the eraser and a pencil sharpener.

Michael Pollan is a champion. In all ways. A man of great integrity, humor, and common sense and kindness.

if something does go wrong, here is my advice... KEEP CALM and CARRY ON.

My sister is an artist and an interior designer. She went to high school for art. I went to high school for music.

A visit to a museum is a search for beauty, truth, and meaning in our lives. Go to museums as often as you can.

What protects you in this world from sadness and from the loss of an ability to do something? ... Work and love.

It's almost impossible to reconcile the realities of how one feels during the day, hour by hour. But I approach things not cynically.

We could speak about the meaning of life vis-a-vis non-consequential/deontological theories, apodictic transformation schemata, the incoherence of exemplification, metaphysical realism, Cartesian interactive dualism, revised non reductive dualism, postmodernist grammatology and dicey dichotomies. But we would still be left with Nietzsche's preposterous mustache which instills great anguish and skepticism in the brain, which leads (as it did in his case) to utter madness. I suggest we go to Paris instead.

Soon enough it will be me struggling (valiantly?) to walk - lugging my stuff around. How are we all so brave as to take step after step? Day after day? How are we so optimistic, so careful not to trip and yet do trip, and then get up and say O.K. Why do I feel so sorry for everyone and so proud?

Go out and walk. That is the glory of life.

I have many questions, but no patience to think them through.

Everyone I know is looking for solace, hope and a tasty snack.

My dream is to walk around the world. A smallish backpack, all essentials neatly in place. A camera. A notebook. A traveling paint set. A hat. Good shoes. A nice pleated (green?) skirt for the occasional seaside hotel afternoon dance.

Wonderful things happen when your brain is empty.

I still do have the little lunch bag that my mother made out of a towel and embroidered with my name on it for when I went to kindergarten.

I said, 'Well, how much space do I have?' And they said, 'Well, you know, it's the Internet.'

My short attention span has allowed me a life of diversity in work and place.

I tell you these stories because these things happen to everyone. It's not about being starched or polished or cute or polite. It's about having ears that stick out, about breaking yet another glass. It's about seeing something for the first time and making a million mistakes and not ever getting completely discouraged.

I like the brooding man - a brooding man with a sense of humor.

Flowers lead to books, which lead to thinking and not thinking and then more flowers and music, music. Then many more flowers and many more books.

You'd have to be completely crazy not to be influenced by and take from other artists. It's completely impossible not to.

I like Thomas Jefferson, though he intimidated me. I thought he would have been very tough to be around. I don't know if he had such a sense of humor.

Washing dishes is the anecdote to confusion. I know that for a fact.