An art critic is someone who hopes to see his ideas translated to canvas without having to learn how to paint.

The difference between friends and pets is that friends we allow into our company, pets we allow into our solitude.

A senseless tragedy remains forever tragic, but it is up to us whether it remains forever senseless.

Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu.

Road rage is the expression of the amateur sociopath in all of us, cured by running into a professional.

It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.

There is a what-the-hell moment in life when you feel you have been pre-punished for every sin you'll ever commit.