Sensation is an element of what I do, and why not? It's not sensational for the sake of being sensational, but it's sensational art... It's like touching skin.

It's such a crass idea - you're either in love or out of love.

I can't understand why most people believe in medicine and don't believe in art, without questioning either.

I have always been aware that you have to get people listening before you can change their minds. Any artist's big fear is being ignored, so if you get debate, that's great.

It's very easy to say, 'I could have done that,' after someone's done it. But I did it. You didn't. It didn't exist until I did it.

I think as an artist you have to reinvent yourself every day.

Painting is so poetic, while sculpture is more logical and scientific and makes you worry about gravity.

You've really got to get down on the floor with yourself and get low in order to make great art. I think you've just got to accept who you are and do the most unbelievable things.

I sometimes feel that I have nothing to say and I want to communicate this.

I believe all painting and art should be uplifting for the viewer.

I love color. I feel it inside me. It gives me a buzz.

What's so unpleasant about being drunk?""Ask a glass of water!

Saying good-bye properly afforded me a measure of peace. It was a binding of a different sort, absent of the earth's power, but still hard proof that there is magic yet in the world.

There is no better teacher than adversity

I hope to enjoy however many days I have on this beautiful Earth and spend as much of it outside as I can surrounded by those I love.

Beach balls at festivals are the work of the devil.

I want to be an animated character. I'm also doing more writing and directing.

A property of an organism enters into its life (and survival) in many different ways, some more salient than others. But there is no simple notion of its being "for" some function.

...and I have this stupid little thought that Aaron didn't survive the croc attack after all, that he died but he's so pissed off at me that dying didn't stop him from coming here to kill me anyway.

Hatred is the greatest cancer that we must squash.

Hulga the whole while hollering like a half-slaughtered hog. (Attention, students of literature! Alliteration - have you noticed? - is my least vice.)