“Alcohol was the background color in the fabric of Reggie’s life.”

Throughout history, self-styled arbiters have taken it upon themselves to decide the question of what can or cannot be the legitimate purview of art.

I am guilty of using dollar signs as proof of a work of art’s longevity.

Learning astrology is like learning any foreign language. You already have the ideas, concepts, and experiences of your life within you; you are just learning a new language for what you are already experiencing.

No longer are there immutable standards by which to judge ourselves. Image has overtaken reality.

So that we don’t go mad in the leisure, we have color TV. So that there will never, never, be a moment of silence, we have radio and Muzak.

What have we got here in America that we believe we cannot live without?

My friends are a crayola box. They highlight different colors of my being, representing different aspects of my personalty, I’ve noticed.

But with writers, there’s nothing wrong with melancholy. It’s an important color in writing.

I don’t judge people by their sexual orientation or the color of their skin, so I find it really hard to identify someone by saying that they’re a gay person or a black person or a Jewish person.

Watching the changing colors [and then] retire to the forest without picking a pawpaw for supper.

just to show people the range that I have, and for them to be able to see the artistry beyond the color.

I use color in terms of emotional quality, as a vehicle for feeling…