And after a while, you just pare things down more and more and more, until you get to certain basic things which just - basic ideas which just seem to work for you over and over again.

I like contrasting between black and white and color.

I know where the mistakes are. Nothing is perfect and I understand that.

I try not to manipulate reality... What will happen, will happen. Let things be themselves.

I like the work hanging free in the frame. I don't like too much frame around it but I like a little breathing space around the piece.

I like working late at night and then going into the house and sitting down and watching a movie and then going to sleep.

I had always worked. I always had part-time jobs.

I relied mainly on other artists, who I think are smarter than critics, any critics or curators or anybody like that. They really know.

I liked the idea of the words floating in space and the space behind it moving all the time, ever changing.

And we live in a kind of realm of language and words and so forth. So we can sort of relate to them. They don't exist without us. We create words.

Art was something that I was really interested in, probably more so than writing or anything else.

When two people love one another, they fight the world together, not each other "~ Levon Peter Poe

The underlying logic of sacrifice was always the same: In order to gain the god's goodwill, destroy what you value most.

God gets you to the plate, but once your there your on your own.

Fear and worry are emotions that cloud the mind from being able to think clearly, to remember what the procedures are to deal with that emergency.

The first indication of a young person's growing smarter is that he no longer understands the things which he used to consider quite intelligible and self-evident.

Pay, pay anything rather than go to law.

But you can't just sit around the fireplace and sip Cokes and eat pretzels and get an attitude of confidence. You have to put in hard work.

Critics have a problem with sentimentality. Readers do not. I write for readers.

Many are the thyrsus-bearers, but few are the mystics.

One day all of us will die but - and this is the important thing - we are not dead yet.