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

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.

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.