(I am) dealing not with the particular anecdote, but rather with the Spirit of Myth, which is generic to all myths at all times.

Art to me is an anecdote of the spirit, and the only means of making concrete the purpose of its varied quickness and stillness.

There is only one thing I fear in life, my friend: One day, the black will swallow the red.

To me art is an adventure into an unknown world, which can be explored only by those willing to take the risk.

A painting is not a picture of an experience, but is the experience.

I am here to make you think. . . . I am not here to make pretty pictures!

Silence is so accurate.