I Was Pushing Myself To Extremes In

The Principles Of True Art Is Not To Portray, But To Evoke.

I Look Back Into Past History, The Stored Experiences Or Products Of The Imagination. I Look No Further Forward Than The Evening.

I Always Have A Sense Of Trembling, But So Does A Compass, After All.

You Don't Die In The United States, You Underachieve.

Can The Imagination, Any More Than The Boy, Be Held Prisoner ?" - From The Foreword To The 1976 Edition Of "the Painted Bird