Wholeness Is The Enemy Of The Artist.

A Man's Greatest Battles Are The Ones He Fights Within Himself.

I Went To London Because, For Me, It Was The Home Of Literature. I Went There Because Of Dickens And Shakespeare.

Painters Ought To Be Mute. Speech Is The Enemy Of Expression.

We Plan Our Lives According To A Dream That Came To Us In Our Childhood, And We Find That Life Alters Our Plans. And Yet, At The End, From A Rare Height, We Also See That Our Dream Was Our Fate. It's Just That Providence Had Other Ideas As To How We Would Get There. Destiny Plans A Different Route, Or Turns The Dream Around, As If It Were A Riddle, And Fulfills The Dream In Ways We Couldn't Have Expected.

Magic Becomes Art When It Has Nothing To Hide.