As a boy,I was extremely shy, certainly as a result of my upbringing. I was an expert blusher,and some of my harsh actions may echo this shyness by way of compensation.

Writing without making mistakes is like vomiting hot air.

The pencil-stroke is like cutting into the heart.

Art is beautiful but it is hard, like a religion without a purpose.

The white room is an interior to be made devoid of any specific sensualism emanated by objects. Ultimately it is classic white canvas expanded into three-dimensional space.

My body is the intention. My body is the event. My body is the result.

Art is gushing hot bile on the fields and harvesting the looks of nasty dwarfs.

You become an artist to upset your family.

Color will play no part in the art of future.

Art is created in a state of delirium. Anyting else is the restoration of monuments. Collectors are artist that do not have a home. they have to make one for themselves.

Poetry is when words are robbed of their attributed truth.

Because of Mozart, it's all over after the age of seven.

he puppeteers really responded to it. Patrick Bistrow really responded to it, it's great fun to do improve comedy with puppets.

I never watch MTV. I don't have time to watch TV. And when I do, I'm watching the Discovery Channel. 'Deadliest Catch: Crab Fishing in Alaska,' that's my show.

I don't regard clothing as disposable, which is probably why I have so much of it!

it's 12 amyl nitrites (one box), in conjunction with as many beers as necessary.

There are times when you should be completely out of the market, for emotional as well as economic reasons.

Making books has always felt very connected to my bookselling experience, that of wanting to draw people's attention to things that I liked, to shape things that I liked into new shapes.

Either we pay the government's bills, or we leave them for our kids to pay. It's that simple.

How can we thankful? We can only love the Heart of Jesus more generously and by our union with Him, become the most humble.

They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.