“Age only matters when one is aging.”

A painter paints to unload himself of feelings and visions.

I paint objects as I think them not as I see them.

No, painting is not interior decoration. It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.

I don’t say everything, but I paint everything.

Good taste is the enemy of creativity.

He can who thinks he can, and he can’t who thinks he can’t. This is an inexorable, indisputable law.

The first half of life is learning to be an adult-the second half is learning to be a child.

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.

To draw, you must close your eyes and sing.

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

Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.

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.

Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.

Without great solitude, no serious work is possible.

I guess I started running when I was about 18 and… I feel like it assists my creativity a bit because it completely just flushes everything out.

I stepped into the martial arts movie market when I was only 16.

Dressing up is a bore. At a certain age, you decorate yourself to attract the opposite sex, and at a certain age, I did that. But I’m past that age.

We remained youthful never aging a single second because we promised each other that we wouldn’t.

I started piano when I was four. My mom taught me. And then I went to Manhattan School of Music during high school, like every Saturday. And then I went to Berklee for college, in Boston.

You know, I grew up in two American internment camps, and at that time I was very young.

To tell a woman who is forty, “You look like sixteen,” is boloney. The blarney way of saying it is “Tell me how old you are, I should like to know at what age women are the most beautiful.

Men will surrender to the spirit of the age. They will say that if they had lived in our day, faith would be simple and easy. But in their day, they will say, things are complex; the Church must be brought up to date and made meaningful to the day’s problems.