Everyone thinks these are self-portraits but they aren't meant to be. I just use myself as a model because I know I can push myself to extremes, make each shot as ugly or goofy or silly as possible.

Nowadays, with digital printing, it's so easy to make everything perfect, which is not always a good idea. Sometimes the mistakes are really what make a piece.

I’m trying to make other people recognize something of themselves rather than me.

The still must tease with the promise of a story the viewer of it itches to be told.

I wanted to create something that people could relate to without having read a book about it beforehand.

If I knew what the picture was going to be like I wouldn’t make it. It was almost like it was made already – the challenge is more about trying to make what you can’t think of.

I feel I'm anonymous in my work. When I look at the pictures, I never see myself; they aren't self-portraits. Sometimes I disappear.

The way I see it, as soon as I make a piece I’ve lost control of it.

The work is what it is and hopefully it's seen as feminist work, or feminist-advised work, but I'm not going to go around espousing theoretical bullshit about feminist stuff.

[My work is] maybe about me maybe not wanting to be me and wanting to be all these other characters. Or at least try them on.

I’m really just using the mirror to summon something I don’t even know until I see it.

Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not.

One reads so as not to believe everything one reads.

Wishing to be friends is quick work but friendship is a slow-ripening fruit.

It was never in my mind to be famous.

Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.

The tyranny of majorities may be as bad as the tyranny of Kings.

Your secret yearnings and tearful pleadings will touch the heart of both the Father and the Son.

Our determination to imitiate Christ should be such that we have no time for other matters.

If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

Want to assure people there is no need for pessimism going by the past bad experience; country has huge potential.