I feel most real to myself in the studio. - Robert Motherwell

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That's a waste of time. If you really understand Zen. . . you can use any book. You could use the Bible. You could use Alice in Wonderland. You could use the dictionary, because. . . the sound of the rain needs no translation.

Robert Motherwell

I feel most real to myself in the studio.

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Art is much less important than life, but what a poor life without it.

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What could be more interesting, or in the end, more ecstatic, than in those rare moments when you see another person look at something you've made, and realize that they got it exactly, that your heart jumped to their heart with nothing in between.

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Art is an experience, not an object.

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If you give a child something very complex to paint, such as a bouquet of flowers or a natural landscape, if he is very good, eventually he will get back - like Cezanne - to the essential forms of what he sees.

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Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.

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We, we, and none else, are responsible for what we suffer. We are the effects, and we are the causes.

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Past life knowledge is not the wedding album of existence. Past life remembrance in Buddhism is the ability to bring a greater awareness we had in another life into this life.

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No one automatically gives you respect just because you show up. You have to earn it

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Facts, at any rate, could not be kept hidden. They could be tracked down by inquiry, they could be squeezed out of you by torture. But if the object was not to stay alive but to stay human, what difference did it ultimately make? They could not alter your feelings, for that matter you could not alter them yourself, even if you wanted to. They could lay bare in the utmost detail everything that you had done or said or thought; but the inner heart, whose workings were mysterious even to yourself, remained impregnable.

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