It's been a pleasure pleasing you.

They were like lightning and rain, existing together but clashing at their very natures.

In the year 2052, it's not love but hate that unites the world.

Let the deal be spoken first and then manipulate it to your advantage.

You'll regret that, Bourkan.

Duty over fear.

I am War. I am Death. I am the Unloved God.

But as long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential.

You can love completely without complete understanding.

Our whole family assembles in Chicago at Christmas and usually in Aspen in the summer.

Evil is maybe lying to God. Or better, lying to love.

Sorrow, anger and resentment look back, worry looks around, while faith, hope, and optimism look to the future.

I do still get the odd fan letter about The Good Life, clearly written by somebody aged 18, who says: Will you send a photograph? And I think: Maybe it's kinder not to. I'm deeply into my 50s now.

I don’t know about art but I know what I like.

I am like the little rock n' roll backseat driver.

There is that unpredictability of the seasons that I enjoy. I like the threat of a tornado. I like the threat of four feet of snow.

New materials are one of the great afflictions of contemporary art. Some artists confuse new materials with new ideas.