A painting is what you make of it, besides which, 'Moon, Weeping' has a better ring to it than 'Paintbrush, Dripping.

Cherish the friend who tells you a harsh truth, wanting ten times more to tell you a loving lie.

After years of buying clothes I intend to diet into, I'll say this: the skeleton in my closet has some really nice outfits.

There is in every artist's studio a scrap heap of discarded works in which the artist's discipline prevailed against his imagination.

Either way, things are a lot better - either a lot better than they were or a lot better than they're going to be.

Love is a condition where the world seems to be standing still, and it's you who are spinning on your axis.

Am I lying to you if I tell you the same lie I tell myself?