After a run of several night events, you begin to appreciate the solitude and the quiet backstage.
What distinguishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art.
While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality. . . true art lies in a reality that is felt.
True art lies in a reality that is felt.
I have often, as an exercise and as a sustenance, painted before an object down to the smallest accidents of its visual appearance; but the day left me sad and with an unsatiated thirst. The next day I let the other source run, that of imagination, through the recollection of the forms and I was then reassured and appeased.
I await joyous surprises while working, an awakening of the materials that I work with and that my spirit develops.
It is precisely from the regret left by the imperfect work that the next one can be born.
A covetous man's penny is a stone.
I believe that the creative impulse is natural in all human beings, and that it is particularly powerful in children unless it is suppressed. Consequently, one is behaving normally and instinctively and healthily when one is creating - literature, art, music, or whatever. An excellent cook is also creative! I am disturbed that a natural human inclination [creative work] should, by some Freudian turn of phrase, be considered compulsive - perhaps even pathological. To me this is a complete misreading of the human enterprise. One should also enjoy one's work, and look forward to it daily.
Perfect love holds the secret of the world's perfect liberty.
[On being asked how many Mrs. Thatchers there were:] Oh, three at least. There is the intellectual one, the intuitive one and the one at home.