I can never remember names. I'm so self-centered and have a terrible memory.

I feel like schizoid is a precursor to schizophrenia or manic depression. I feel like I'm manic. I have parts of schizoid, parts of Asperger's. I'm a smorgasbord of neuroses.

Warhol was a prime example of a schizoid person. Maybe he had Asperger's, or maybe he was just an amorous human being on earth.

There's so many bigger things in the world. The art world is such a tiny little thing compared to wars and migration crises. It's weird to be self-absorbed in it.

If I don't have a deadline, I could fuss around with stuff for forever.

I feel like I have to avoid certain thrift store-isms, having been known for the thrift store paintings. It's like I have to not paint that way.

There's a lot of different kinds of success. I'm so dedicated to the making of the art that the rest of my life atrophies, unfortunately.

I'm getting more and more isolated as I get on in years. I think people's insanity starts to slowly take over.

They say the one thing that people who live the longest have in common is that they have a religious belief.

When you're younger, you go out and you're convivial because you have to be. But once you don't have to meet people anymore, what's your motivation in going out?

I'm jealous of that time when you could afford lofts and survive on almost nothing. You can't do that anymore.

There is freedom in stepping out and taking risks when you know at any given moment, you can always begin again.

Existentialism is about being a saint without God; being your own hero, without all the sanction and support of religion or society.

An architect is not an artist but an optimistic realist.

A split second later, my life flashed before my eyes, and I came to one important conclusion about it. It was fun while it lasted.

Mediocre minds usually dismiss anything which reaches beyond their own understanding.

In summer, intolerable closeness; in winter, unendurable cold. All the floors were rotten. Filth on the floors an inch thick; one could slip and fall.

I really, really enjoy music and that's why I do what I do.

What do you have when you have an agent buried up to his neck in sand? Not enough sand.

A man may be theologically knowing and spiritually ignorant.

Man dies but once. My disciples must not be cowards.