People ask me, 'Don't you ever run out of ideas?' Well, on the first place, I don't use ideas. Every time I have an idea, it's too limiting and usually turns out to be a disappointment. But I haven't run out of curiosity.

Every time you tear a leaf off a calendar, you present a new place for new ideas and progress.

I do feel like a Clevelander. Every time, when people ask me, I automatically say, 'My home is Cleveland.'

Stupidity trumps Machiavelli almost every time when you are looking for an explanation.

I usually work in a direction until I know how to do it, then I stop. At the time that I am bored or understand - I use those words interchangeably - another appetite has formed. A lot of people try to think up ideas. I'm not one. I'd rather accept the irresistible possibilities of what I can't ignore.

You have to have the time to feel sorry for yourself in order to be a good abstract expressionist.