I carried around five tons of pain where she used to be.

There comes a point when you win, and you can either soothe the loser into thinking there was something in it for them or kick them while they're down to make sure they know what just happened.

What would I do to possess her? Would I change my cellular structure? Turn my back on my identity?

During my completely soul-shredding midlife crisis at the age of twenty-eight, I felt sure I had peaked too soon.

Rejection makes you uglier, acceptance makes you, all the more, good-looking!

Painting is a nail to which I fasten my ideas.

I was willing to accept what I couldn't change.

My days are kind of controlled by my projects, so sometimes they're album covers. Sometimes they're commission portrait shoots. Sometimes they are editorial, so it kind of - I don't dictate it.

Humanity, you never had it to begin with.

When I'm dating someone, if she bonds with my cats I'll give her a chance maybe more than I would otherwise. But if she doesn't like my cats it's kind of a deal breaker.

I've decided to hire a 'food taster', not because I think anyone is trying to kill me, but because I want to make sure it's not to salty.

I really want my agent to make sure they write a part in the next Airbender movie for me. I'll be really upset if I don't get to be a waterbender or something.

More knowledge may be gained of a man's real character by a short conversation with one of his servants than from a formal and studied narrative, begun with his pedigree and ended with his funeral.