How I hate the attitude of ordinary people to life. How I loathe ordinariness! How from my soul I abhor nice simple people, with their eternal price list. It makes my blood boil.

Let me be candid, my party is full of racists

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

All artists are constantly looking for something and they don't always know what.

This is my genre...the happiness, tragedies, and the sorrows of mankind as realized in the teeming black ghetto.

And it is not necessary to have great things to do. I turn my little omelette in the pan for the love of God.

If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.

I would describe my work as expressionist. The expressionist point of view is stressing your own feelings about something.

To worship God in truth is to recognize Him for being who He is, and to recognize ourselves for what we are.

If I don't have anything to do all day, I might not even put my pants on.

We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.

You don't dwell on what you've lost, you just move on."-Allison

Money is a guarantee that we can have what we want in the future

I was always superthin, too skinny, actually. I felt like someone could break me in half. I realize now that being a bit more curvy and toned is so much more beautiful.

What we conceal Is always more than what we dare confide. Think of the letters that we write our dead.

I never thought that I'd be considered to have a good body. I was bony up top and kind of dumpy on the bottom.

We'll dive into the earth together. And if one day a wild flower finds water and springs up from that piece of earth, its stem will have two blooms for sure: one will be you, the other me.

If the beard gives a modifier to seduction, I'm guessing it's not a positive one.

Children do not need superhuman, perfect parents. They have always managed with good enough parents: the parents they happened to have.

Once you get a brother, you don’t give him up easy.

If I see another David Gold interview on the poor East End Jewish boy done good I'll impale myself on one of his dildos.