I had to bite back a laugh. "Cary Taylor. Loving you isn't a character defect. " Chapter 12, pg 213
When spiritual, metaphysical, material, or immaterial events come into my life, I can only fix them by way of painting.
Love in an animal sense is an illness, but a necessity which one has to overcome.
There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.
One thing is sure - we have to transform the three-dimensional world of objects into the two-dimensional world of the canvas. . . . To transform three into two dimensions is for me an experience full of magic in which I glimpse for a moment that fourth dimension which my whole being is seeking.
I think only of objects: of a leg or an arm, of the wonderful sense of foreshortening, breaking through the plane, of the division of space, of the combination of straight lines in relation to curved ones.
I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded hill, which is now covered with wooden crosses and lines of graves instead of spring flowers.
I am tired of spending a little bit of money in a lot of pieces because they keep on falling apart.
The original, shimmering self gets buried so deep that most of us end up hardly living out of it at all. Instead we live out all the other selves, which we are constantly putting on and taking off like coats and hats against the world’s weather
I mean, look, no matter how you feel about Bush, watching him speak is difficult. It's like- it's like watching a drunk man cross an icy street.
I was a bad boy as a child.