Art never lies, I believe.

When you feel your book is the height of irrelevance you can return to the excitement of the daily news.

The pleasure that attaches to the artistic life comes in imagining what we might do as opposed to acknowledging what we have done.

If I were writing about Picasso and pointed out that he painted women because he was interested in the female form, that would seem like an obvious point. I don't know why people revolt when I point out that Rockwell painted the male figure and was interested in it.