During the '70s I was interested in words and meaning as a way of making art.

A blind man can make art if what is in his mind can be passed to another mind in some tangible form.

Also, since art is a vehicle for the transmission of ideas through form, the reproduction of the form only reinforces the concept. It is the idea that is being reproduced. Anyone who understands the work of art owns it. We all own the Mona Lisa.

The art of advertisement, after the American manner, has introduced into all our life such a lavish use of superlatives, that no standard of value whatever is intact.

Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.

It is unhappily true that much insincere Literature and Art, executed solely with a view to effect, does succeed by deceiving the public.

Insight is the first condition of Art.

Language, after all, is only the use of symbols, and Art also can only affect us through symbols.

Books minister to our knowledge, to our guidance, and to our delight, by their truth, their uprightness, and their art.

As all Art depends on Vision, so the different kinds of Art depend on the different ways in which minds look at things.

Philosophy and Art both render the invisible visible by imagination.

Art has never been a popularity contest.

It was a movement that had all the art critics, all the museum directors in its thrall.

I got into underground comics fairly early on and kind of wandered away from the superhero stuff, but I was an art student and I was drawing a lot as a kid.