I've always read, I've always admired writers and was lucky really to meet some extraordinary ones and become friends. Certain times you just like people, and it grows out like a nautilus shell.

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.

True kindness is an anchor that drops deep into the heart and you feel it while it’s dropping. Meanwhile, untrue kindness is merely a condition of the face.

Like Cheyenne Mountain, today's fast good conceals remarkable technological advances behind an ordinary-looking façade.

Peace of mind is not the absence of conflict, but the ability to cope with it.

Popular atheism is not a philosophy but a therapy.

Self-pity? I see no moral objections to it, the smell drives people away, but that's a practical objection, and occasionally an advantage.

It's about finding meaning through light. I'm always interested in tensions. A primary one is the collision between the familiar and the strange.

I'm the comedic girl next door and a lot of fun.

Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in disobedience and make a mirror for emptiness.

I have some friends who are NASCAR team owners.

Truly life is wasted on the living.