Because I'm always working on something, I'm always thinking.

My work is basically images set to my particular voice. It's the way the images rhyme and the rhythm. It's a way of economical storytelling for me.

That's the fantasy dream project, to collaborate with someone who preaches the gospel of art through music.

My dream is to collaborate with a mature person.I feel like my talents were being wasted in art school. I would like to try something else, but not the obvious or usual thing.

The personal is the political. That's an old tagline.

As the art world changes, artists have more and more responsibility. You don't have a lot of luxury to be super secluded.

I'm making art and making decisions and editing things. I don't live my life to broadcast it into the art world; I don't see it as my life on the stage.

I think this is pretty clear, but maybe not to everybody: Despite the fact that the work is personal or taken from life, it's not about me telling my personal story.

I understand - and often make fun of - the desire to run to the wall text before running to the painting.

Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?

A great book increases my heartbeat as if I’m prey, melts my insides in anticipation of a first kiss, immerses me in its depths.

You cannot be responsible for some things that happen on earth. You may attempt to act, God alone will decide. Some things are mysteries!

Whatever you want is as elusive as you make it.

I am who I am, a Southie.

when I am alone in the forest I always say my prayers; and that occasional solitary communion with God is surely the only true religion for intelligent beings.

Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity. "No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother.

Nature is our kindest friend and best critic in experimental science if we only allow her intimations to fall unbiased on our minds.

This must be part of Mother Nature's master plan—making these boys so irresistibly cute, in such a naughty way, that the purity of their intentions becomes irrelevant.

That is the road we all have to take - over the Bridge of Sight into eternity.