I am ashamed of a human race that can continue to allow the sordid ambitions of politicized groups who genuinely feel that right is on their side, and can therefore instigate such atrocities in the name of their own sense of right and wrong.

I have even written a book about Wine called The Grapes of Ralph.

Beware of privilege. It stinks of rotten fish heads, many of which were lapping the shore beneath the jetties.

I once saw a lump of Greenland breaking off into the sea and moving south, which of course will affect the atmosphere and us generally, and it'll happen more and more.

Business should never be allowed to justify mean, thug ugly deals for any reason.

What I used to do with a passion, foolishly and vainly imagining I would change the world for the better, I no longer tolerate in myself or anyone else. But draw, always draw - and WRITE.

Americans live with the certain knowledge that the source of their greatness has not yet been released.