The real artist has no idea that he is sacrificing himself for art. He does what he does for one reason and one reason only-he can't help doing it.

The student who deceives himself into thinking that he is giving his life like an ascetic in the spirit of sacrifice for art, is the victim of a deplorable species of egotism.

Just as the bird sings or the butterfly soars, because it is his natural characteristic, so the artist works.

Only a bad artist thinks he has a good idea. A good artist does not need anything.

I don't have a game plan. I have no idea what I'll be doing next.

I've no idea what Eddie Irvine's orders are, but he's following them superlatively well.