My picture-poems are linguistic margins on visual atolls.

Writing without making mistakes is like vomiting hot air.

The pencil-stroke is like cutting into the heart.

Art is beautiful but it is hard, like a religion without a purpose.

The white room is an interior to be made devoid of any specific sensualism emanated by objects. Ultimately it is classic white canvas expanded into three-dimensional space.

My body is the intention. My body is the event. My body is the result.

Art is gushing hot bile on the fields and harvesting the looks of nasty dwarfs.

You become an artist to upset your family.

As a boy,I was extremely shy, certainly as a result of my upbringing. I was an expert blusher,and some of my harsh actions may echo this shyness by way of compensation.

Color will play no part in the art of future.

Art is created in a state of delirium. Anyting else is the restoration of monuments. Collectors are artist that do not have a home. they have to make one for themselves.

I never know when somebody's going to knock on the door of my own unconscious in a way that I wouldn't have anticipated.

To understand the world at all, sometimes you could only focus on a tiny bit of it, look very hard at what was close to hand and make it stand in for the whole.

Physically, I was always moving. I was always a little jittery.

One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.

Postulates are based on assumption and adhered to by faith. Nothing in the Universe can shake them.

My grandmother told me that her father used to ask her a riddle: What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together? Bread, of course.

A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. C. S. LEWIS, Out of the Silent Planet True pleasures are paid for in advance; false pleasures afterwards, with heavy and compound interest.

A true man of piety will consider himself a sinner and, therefore, untouchable.

The lies we live will always be confessed in the stories that we tell.

In terms of distance, the prodigal's pigsty is the farthest point from home; in terms of time, the pigsty is the shortest distance to the father's house.