I was good at art - always good at art.

I like contrasting between black and white and color.

I know where the mistakes are. Nothing is perfect and I understand that.

I try not to manipulate reality... What will happen, will happen. Let things be themselves.

I like the work hanging free in the frame. I don't like too much frame around it but I like a little breathing space around the piece.

I like working late at night and then going into the house and sitting down and watching a movie and then going to sleep.

I had always worked. I always had part-time jobs.

I relied mainly on other artists, who I think are smarter than critics, any critics or curators or anybody like that. They really know.

I liked the idea of the words floating in space and the space behind it moving all the time, ever changing.

And we live in a kind of realm of language and words and so forth. So we can sort of relate to them. They don't exist without us. We create words.

Art was something that I was really interested in, probably more so than writing or anything else.

All this and Heaven too!

I took three years off. I differentiated myself from the industry. Found my identity - sort of... I haven't graduated yet. I'm not legitimately educated yet, but maybe one day.

We do not see the world as it is. We see the word as we are.

We'll leave now, so that this moment will remain a perfect memory...let it be our song and think of me every time you hear it.

Reason is a terrible trap because you will be satisfied with answers. And if you are satisfied with answers, you'll never come to know what life really is.

In elementary school, many a true word is spoken in guess.

I've learned to be careful of becoming a critic. Criticism really sours your heart.

There is no reason to be alive if you can't do the deadlift!

I am no more humble than my talents require.

I'm very lucky. I had a great childhood.