I am not bothered by the fact that I am unknown. I am bothered when I do not know others.
I know I shall not live very long. . . If I've painted three good pictures, then I shall leave gladly with flowers in my hand and my hair.
I love color. It must submit to me. And I love art. I kneel before it, and it must become mine. Everything around me glows with passion. Every day reveals a new red flower, glowing, scarlet red. Everyone around me carries them. Some wear them quietly hidden in their hearts. And they are like poppies just opening, of which one can see only here and there a hint of red petal peeking out from the green bud.
It is my experience that marriage does not make one happier. It destroys the illusion that has been the essence of one's previous existence, that there existed something like a soul-mate. The feeling of not being understood is heightened in marriage by the fact that one's entire life beforehand had the aim of finding a being who would understand one. But isn't it better to exist without such an illusion and look this great lonely truth straight in the eye?
In art one is usually totally alone with oneself.
I believe that one should not think too much about nature when painting, at least not during the painting's conception. The colour sketch should be made exactly as one has perceived things in nature. But personal feeling is the main thing.
I think the time is coming for struggle and uncertainty. It comes into every serious and beautiful life. I knew all along that it had to come.
I love Dead Ringers. A democratic set, the work was taken seriously.
Reading Shakespeare is sometimes like looking through a window into a dark room. You don't see in. You see nothing but a reflection of yourself unable to see in. An unflattering image of yourself blind.
First of all, I'm not pretty. I'm not a world class beauty, ladies and gentlemen. I'm just a guy. I was slow going and stuff like that. I was just never that brand of news.
Maybe I'm wrong," Mom said. "Maybe the world really is coming to an end. " "Should I try Fox News?" I asked. Mom shuddered. "We're not that desperate," she said.