Artists live in unknown spaces and give themselves over to following something unknown.

Some people think or expect that you should make the same kinds of art forever because it creates a convenient narrative... I want my work to embody my inherent contradictions.

The point isn't to know what you're doing. The point is to have an experience doing something.

I trust my work. It's a collaboration with the material, and when it's viewed, it's a collaboration with the world.

I think making things beautiful is important. But often what's first considered ugly is beautiful, too.

Making art is a lot about just seeing what happens if you put some energy into something.

Our culture seems to believe that it's entertaining to teach women to be frightened.

Prints mimic what we are as humans: we are all the same and yet every one is different. I think there's a spiritual power in repetition, a devotional quality, like saying rosaries.

One hopes that each piece contains enough space for several narratives.

It’s one of my loose theories that Catholicism and art have gone well together because both believe in the physical manifestation of the spiritual world.

I told the students [at Yale] we were going to talk about love - I meant love in the sense of devotions to one's work - and about half the students got really pissed off.

Like any artist without an art form, she became dangerous.

Self-improvement and practice are the golden tools for earning the award of excellence.

The secret of success lays in your thinking”.

If your man is a sports enthusiast, you may have to resign yourself to his spouting off in a monotone on a prize fight, football game or pennant race.

Music my rampart, and my only one.

Was ever grief like mine?

Don't take things too seriously, and just chill.

A staggering 63 percent of Americans say that addiction to alcohol or other drugs has had an impact on them at some point in their lives.

if i can only recount the story of my life right out of my body flames will grow

Ninety percent of true love is acute, ear-burning embarrassment.