Work is my joy... Work is my therapy, I don't know anybody who loves work as much as I do.

If I declare it to be so, then this is a portrait.

I really feel sorry for people who think things like soap dishes or mirrors or Coke bottles are ugly, because they're surrounded by things like that all day long, and it must make them miserable.

There was something about the self-confession and self-confusion of Abstract expressionism - as though the man and the work were the same - that personally always put me off because at that time my focus was in the opposite direction.

I don't really trust ideas - especially good ones... Rather, I put my trust in the materials that confront me, because they put me in touch with the unknown.

You have to have the time to feel sorry for yourself in order to be a good abstract expressionist.

Every time I've moved, my work has changed radically.