Just as writing can become calligraphy when it's creatively, skillfully, and consciously performed, so can all other activities become art. In this c….

Among the Igbo the art of conversation is regarded very highly, and proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten..

I'm an advocate of music in schools. It's important to me that music is in as many schools as possible across this country and across the world. I th….

Why could we say more to each other when it counted less?.

Norman Rockwell spent his career painting pictures that helped people understand their own feelings...pictures that enriched their own experiences an….

We cannot all be great, but we can always attach ourselves to something that is great..

It's pretentious to say, but my art is like a little Zen story, a story with a question mark at the end. People can take from it what they need. If s….

Independent film is almost nonexistent right now, because all the distributers that used to love to put out these little art films are all out of bus….

God hides things by putting them near us..

I feel that, in a sense, the writer knows nothing any longer. He has no moral stance. He offers the reader the contents of his own head, a set of opt….

Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that ….

Photography is the easiest art, which perhaps makes it the hardest..

Nobody tells me f-k all!.

Time punishes us by taking everything, but it also saves us - by taking everything.

A moment of silence, please, for the lost art of shutting up..

To me, ultimately, martial arts means honestly expressing yourself..

Heart and mind overcome all..

Art is never decoration, embellishment; instead, it is work of enlightenment. Art, in other words, is a technique for acquiring liberty..

I know perfectly well that only in happy instants am I lucky enough to lose myself in my work. The painter-poet feels that his true immutable essence….

I tried to grow up. Honest. Didn’t quite happen. I guess I’m someone for whom youth still seems more real than the present, or the half century in be….

Why write [about my art]? Why not just show the photographs?.