It’s easy to be yourself in the dark.
I begin my pictures under the effect of a shock which I feel and which makes me escape from reality. . . I need a point of departure, even if it's only a speck of dust or a flash of light.
You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at the picture for a second and think of it all your life.
The painting rises from the brushstrokes as a poem rises from the words. The meaning comes later.
A simple line painted with the brush can lead to freedom and happiness.
If you have any notion of where you are going, you will never get anywhere.
More important than a work of art itself is what it will sow. Art can die, a painting can disappear. What counts is the seed.
I looked at her, with her hair spilled out on the pillows and the warmth of her body warming mine. And I thought, god-dang, if this ain't a heck of a way to be in bed with a pretty woman. The two of you arguing about murder, and threatening each other, when you're supposed to be in love and you could be doing something pretty nice. And then I thought, well, maybe it ain't so strange after all. Maybe it's like this with most people, everyone doing pretty much the same thing except in a different way. And all the time they're holding heaven in their hands.
In part I'm just mystified. Here's a woman, Hillary [Clinton], who wrote a book about it takes a "village" to raise children. It wasn't about a book about "it takes a pill. " There's a "double think" that the modern person often has. Anything that's called "science" is accepted as an absolute and sweeps reason away.
It's possible to look really cute and still be comfortable. You don't have to kill your feet to have a fashionable look.
Hug your children. . . Kiss your mothers and fathers, your brothers and sisters. Tell them how much you love them, every day. Because every day is the last day. Every light casts a shadow. And only the gods know when the darkness will find us.