Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting still has a shape in the kingdom of transformation. When something's let go of, it circles; and though we are rarely the center of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous curve.

He who understands one thing understands everything, for the same laws are in all.

My art is representational by choice....if the art of painting is to survive, it must describe and express people, their lives and times. It must communicate.

And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it.

There are quite a number of people in the reading-room; but one is not aware of them. They are inside the books. They move, sometimes, within the pages like sleepers turning over between two dreams. Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading.

Do you recall, from your childhood on, how very much this life of yours has longed for greatness? I see it now, how from the vantage point of greatness it longs for even greater greatness. That is why it does not let up being difficult, but that is also why it will not cease to grow.

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final