I started when I was nine. Really, everything I know about color theory, composition, drawing, and painting, I learned when I was a kid.

I feel that the only thing that really matters in art and life is to go against the tidal wave of literalism and literal-mindedness-to insist on and live the life of the imagination.

The pictures present an improvised view of life as normal. Life is shown as we think we see it but in fact never do. The pictures imitate life to find a way out.

Spend a day talking only in rhyme.

For me, art history is like a feather bed - you fall into it and it catches you.

The only thing worth doing is what's never been done before.

Ever since I started painting, I have tried to get the fluidity and surprise of image connection, the simultaneity of film montage, into painting.

Truth is, I didn't know what the hell I was doing when I got out of Cal Arts. I think I wasted a lot of time not being bold enough, or still engaged in the questioning that you get into at school.

My focus was always toward imagery of some sort.

People tend to remember and mentally classify work according to how it looks, sometimes oblivious to the underlying intent.

This is a little off subject, but I'm interested in those cases where someone is barking up the wrong tree, or misapplying their talent.

Something amazing happens when you're in love and don't give a damn about what day it is anymore.

And please God, grant me the wisdom to remember that I am writing for children, not golden stickers.

Your so bitter, like kitty litter.

Heaven, once attained, will work backwards and turn even agony into a glory

I sometimes wish desperately that I could write like someone else, be someone else. No one particularly. Just if I could put the pen down on paper and suddenly come out in a totally different way.

To tell the truth is to become beautiful.

I became this guy that does drum programming, and I don't want to be that guy anymore. I don't want to sit in front of my computer for 18 hours programming 16 bars of music.

The grandeur of a philosophy does not certify its truth.

If I don't have fun, it's my own damn fault.

Trials by the adversarial contest must in time go the way of the ancient trial by battle and blood.