In terms of any sacrifices at the time [of World War II], I was somewhat protected living on a small farm where there was food, different perhaps from living in a city environment. I know such things as gas rationing did exist, but it wasn't anything that interfered with my daily activity.

Charles Burchfield would look at what you were working on and not say anything for several minutes. Then he would very sensitively respond - "Well, have you thought about?" or "Might you consider?" I respected that so much because I thought he was so sensitive to my work, and didn't want to offend me, but in the right way to encourage me.

I've always been a keen cyclist, I'm very close to the world of cycling. Not just cycling really - also walking, adventures, being a curious person, traveling to new countries.

Experience is the best teacher. A compelling story is a close second.

Stop making sense. Logic is predictable. Think differently.

There was a certain amount of discipline, I think; my parents wanted to be sure that I was not just sitting around doing nothing.

Charles Burchfield was exceptional. As such an accomplished artist, he had limited previous association with academia and teaching.