As if goaded by a kind of frantic despair, I sketched these dirty, ragged little victims of the war with their bruised, lacerated minds and bodies, their matted hair and runny noses. Here my life as a painter began in earnest.

Nobody could paint eyes like El Greco and nobody can paint eyes like Walter Keane.

Any blockhead can arrange a sublet. All I ever wanted was to support myself on art.

People don't buy lady art.

As if goaded by a kind of frantic despair, I sketched these dirty, ragged little victims of the war with their bruised, lacerated minds and bodies, their matted hair and runny noses. Here my life as a painter began in earnest.

It is tragic that Howard Hughes had to die to prove that he was alive.