Rothko: "What do you mean, the feeling of it?"

Ken: "I didn't mean red paint only. I meant the emotion of red at sunrise."

Rothko: "Sunrise isn't red."

Ken: "Yes it is."

Rothko: "I'm telling you it's not."

‘What comes next? You've been freed. Do you know how hard it is to lead? You're on your own. Awesome, wow! Do you have a clue what happens now? Oceans rise, empires fall. It's much harder when it's all your call. All alone, across the sea. When your people say they hate you, don't come crawling back to me.’