Around 1967 I began backing away from dogmatic Leninism, not so much because I thought it was false, I just decided there was nothing utopian about it.

I was a student at Harvard, and that's where I learned about so-called avant-garde music. Jackson Pollock, abstract expressionism and painting were well known at this time.

Rock became an incredible commercial success, people just became bored with serious music, and it was forgotten.

When I began competing with the other artists in New York, I discovered classical North Indian music.

I began composing works which were imitative of the music I was being told about. I was also very interested in translating the music into visual terms.

Basically, at this time, I viewed any work of art as an imposition of another person's taste and saw the individual making this imposition as a kind of dictator.

When somebody says that all statements are false, the obvious problem is that as an assertion it's self-defeating.

I began demonstrating against serious culture. In hindsight, the actual course of events has been very humiliating for me, because no one picked up on the intellectual critique I made.

In classical oil painting, there seemed to be a radical turn to seeing things as the camera sees them, with that technological modification. I began to have a tremendous problem with all of this.

A fully open mind could shatter the skull in both directions.

The purpose of concept art as a genre is to unbrainwash our mathematical and logical faculties.

There's nothing I can do to erase the shadow of misery and despair from the eyes looking back at me from the photos [that I took in Afghanistan].

Intention and awareness are the two tools that enable us to create anything our heart desires from the universe.

It isn't a matter of forgetting. What one has to learn is how to remember and yet be free of the past.

Rise and grind... the money ain't gonna wait for you while you sleep son.

When we look in the mirror, the one thing we don't want to see is an ordinary human being.

Growing up, my brother and I were begging for attention.

Nighttime is different. Things are otherwise when the world is black. Insecurities and hurts, anxieties and fears grow teeth at night. p493

I am forever on the way

Remember what things make you special and embrace those because there are so many things that aren’t on the outside that are so important and people find so beautiful.

If it's a principle, it's a winner. If it's a tactic, it's a loser.