My teacher said my brain was the size of a pea. He made my life miserable by singling me out in the classroom as a failure.

I work between my heartbeat. I have one-and-a-half seconds to actually move. And at the same time I have to watch I don’t inhale my own work.

All creatures are great and small.

People often swear the first time they see my work. I like that.

At school I'd want to be so small that nobody could see me, and so my work depicts and reflects me - what it felt like to grow up in a world of pain.

I was told I would become nothing. Now I am showing people how big nothing is.

As a kid, I lived in a fantasy world. I used to believe ants could talk. Not once did they say thank you.

Flying helicopters is what I do for fun.

When I was a kid, I had trouble at school because of my learning disabilities. Carving is my body compensating for the lack of other skills.

At home, when the heating pipes made noises, I imagined a tiny person was in there skipping with a rope. The fantasy world of tiny things became my escape.

Just because you can't see something, doesn't mean it's not there.

Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.

And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth?

My age makes him nervous and shamey, cause his eyes keep heading southwards and then back up, guilty. I can tell I can make his eyes swirl and that's just about all I want to do.

Beauty is no local deity, like the Greek and Roman gods, but omnipresent.

There is no hell. There is only France.

I don't really have any faith in anybody enjoying photographs in a large enough sense to matter. I think it's all about finances, on one side.

Doing that hunt scene was really quite demanding. I actually broke a rib during that scene. And then all the scenes after that became quite challenging, just breathing and laughing.

The alcoholic and the drug addict harm only themselves by their behavior; the person who violates the rules of morality governing mans life in society harms not only himself, but everyone.

The band is like a vintage car. You take it out to go for a spin for a couple miles, but you wouldn't drive across the country.

Because we humans find stories such fascinating things, it’s all too easy to get interested in the story for its own sake, and lose sight of the purpose for which we set out to use the story.