People ask me why I use words and the reason, of course, is that words talk to you. I mean, they're something that are generated inside of you and that you can relate to you.

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.

It is not enough to know your craft - you have to have feeling. Science is all very well, but for us imagination is worth far more.

By what strange law of mind is it that an idea long overlooked, and trodden under foot as a useless stone, suddenly sparkles out in new light, as a discovered diamond?

When I wake up I just make it happen. My dreams come true- that is the artistic practice.

It's strange how knowledge changes perception.

There is nothing in the world common to man, that man cannot do.

I have need of a friend. There is one and only one who will give the air from his failing lungs for my body's mend. And that one is my love.

When you're younger, you don't believe in it, but it's really so important to stay out the of sun as much as you can. Like if you wanna get tan, you can get a spray tan and not get skin cancer.

Help others in their race of life. Remember that when you help another up a mountain, you are a little nearer the top yourself.

Before I knew how to do anything, I was figuring out how to be in a band.

... What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?