A string of successes can kill you if they make you think, 'Hey, I'm smart; I can't make any mistakes'.
Know that to begin is often better than to think.
Our bodies, apart from their brilliant role as drawing exercises, are the temples of our being. Like the bodies of all fauna, they deserve both our study and our appreciation.
The job of art is to turn time into things.
There is a wonderful feeling when you walk into your own exhibition. You see the work as a true extension of yourself. Win or lose, your interests have led you to an accumulation of your personal expression, signed lower right, mounted to best advantage.
Pushing yourself to extremes blows out the cobwebs of trusted habit. It shakes up what you know to be reliably safe and substitutes the miracle of insecurity.
The brilliance of art as a collectible is that it has a way of reaching out on an emotional level. It touches on mystery, even spirituality.
I don't dislike the way I look. I think I look fine. I think I look extraordinary for 88. And I've got energy. Out of my way.
You're not allowed to give yourself a nickname. This holds true in life as well as in poker.
Yes, I made mistakes by rebelling, by acting out in confused ways.
I don't believe in careers. I believe in work. I'm not interested in some 'big picture that would be really good for me'.