What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.
If I don't have red, I use blue.
Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.
Anything new, anything worth doing, can't be recognized.
Sex and art are the same thing.
Computers are stupid.