Some truths are expressed best in the form of myth.

I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.

Sometimes it's better not to look back.

If I'd kept my heart better armored, where would I be now?

Sometimes you just need to go through a door.

I was here for a reason. There was something I was meant not simply to be, but to do- and it wasn't to run or hide or give up the minute things seemed terrifying and impossible.

I liked this idea: that peculiarness wasn't a deficiency, but an abundance; that it wasn't we who lacked something normals had, but they who lacked peculiarness. That we were more, not less.

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.

If you must fail ... fail spectacularly!

We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.

There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.

I did not grow up in poverty. But I did grow up with a poor boy's sense of longing, in my case not for what my family had never had, but for what we had had and lost.

Everyone talks about Spanish influences, but where is it?...Tell me 10 great Spanish restaurants in London....You can’t give me the addresses. Nor in Paris.

Greatness of spirit is accompanied by simplicity and sincerity.

Commendation heals; condemnation destroys.

I found music to be the therapy of choice.

In 1998, Artnet was the site that convinced me that if my writing didn't exist online, it didn't exist at all. It showed me criticism's future.

My studio is a fantastic combination of old and new, and that's how I've always liked to work.

If I'd had the nerve, I'd have become a thief or a gangster, but since I didn't, I became a photographer.

A mountain seen in the haze of distance must nevertheless look a solid heavy mountain.