You can think of a painter as a trio - the artist, his talent and his muse, the last two always on the lookout for a new brush man.

In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.

We are known to our friends by a look in our eyes that we never see in a mirror.

There is always sufficient reason for despair, but there is never sufficient purpose.

It is a shame to see in the work of an artist the limitations of his critics.

Perhaps God gives us a physical body so that every time we change our mind, we won’t be someone else.

God left so many fingerprints at the scene of Creation that you wonder — does He want to be found, or does He want to be stopped?