True friendship can exist only between equals.

People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die.

Is there no way out of the mind?

Sex and art are the same thing.

Everybody has the same energy potential. The average person wastes his in a dozen little ways. I bring mine to bear on one thing only: my paintings$$$ and everything else is sacrificed to it...myself included.

Painting is not made to decorate apartments. It's an offensive and defensive weapon against the enemy.

Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction.

I do not seek. I find.

Nothing is falser than people's preconceptions and ready-made opinions; nothing is sillier than their sham morality.

What the Gods want happens soon.