“I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.”

“Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.”

“There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.”

“There are only two types of women: goddesses and doormats.”

“The world doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?”

“Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.”

“If I paint a wild horse, you might not see the horse... but surely you will see the wildness!”

“If I paint a wild horse, you might not see the horse... but surely you will see the wildness!”

“We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.”

“We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.”

“The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.”

“Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.”

“What do you think an artist is? ...he is a political being, constantly aware of the heart breaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. Painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war.”

“Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.”

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.”

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

“I am not a Christian artist, I am an artist who is a Christian.”

The art of survival is a story that never ends.

All artists are willing to suffer for their work. But why are so few prepared to learn to draw?

The role of the artist is to ask questions, not answer them.

"Do not leave your reputation to chance or gossip; it is your life's artwork, and you must craft it, hone it, and display it with the care of an artist."

The critical sense is so far from frequent that it is absolutely rare, and the possession of the cluster of qualities that minister to it is one of the highest distinctions... In this light one sees the critic as the real helper of the artist, a torchbearing outrider, the interpreter, the brother... Just in proportion as he is sentient and restless, just in proportion as he reacts and reciprocates and penetrates, is the critic a valuable instrument.

We must grant the artist his subject, his idea, his donn´e: our criticism is applied only to what he makes of it.

Really, universally, relations stop nowhere, and the exquisite problem of the artist is eternally but to draw, by a geometry of his own, the circle within which they shall happily appear to do so.