What is real for me are the illusions I create with my paintings. Everything else is quicksand.
I've learned that you can't make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they'll panic and give in.
I was walking down fifth avenue today and I found a wallet, and I was gonna keep it, rather than return it, but I thought: well, if I lost a hundred and fifty dollars, how would I feel? And I realized I would want to be taught a lesson.
They have a sign at the beach, "no glass bottles". I think that's so the other sand particles don't feel like underachievers.
I don't know if I was put on this Earth for a purpose or not. But I'm fairly confident that I'll be taken off of it for one.
I lent a friend of mine $10,000 for plastic surgery and now I don't know what he looks like.
I've been wrestling with reality for most of my life. I'm pleased to say I've won.
If our best efforts come to nothing often enough, we need consolation, and thoughts of unfolding, infinite destiny, or karma , are sometimes consoling.
If a man didn't make sense, the Scotch felt it was misplaced politeness to try to keep him from knowing it. Better that he be aware of his reputation, for this would encourage reticence which goes well with stupidity.
I created my own space, which was called the cave. It was a livework space in downtown Los Angeles on 7th and Spring. When I lived there it was quite derelict. I got this massive space and half of it was my bedroom and the other half of it was the back room - no [natural] light, all fluorescent lights.
True patriotism is not worship of our nation but rather, in the light of our worship of the God of justice, to conform our nation's ways of justice.