Spare the child and spoil the rod, I am not sellin' myself to god.

My sunglasses are like my guitar.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

To be an artist — actually, to be a human being in these times — it’s all difficult. … What matters is to know what you want and pursue it.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.

Life isn't some vertical or horizontal line -- you have your own interior world, and it's not neat.

I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.

Swift is the arrow, dark is the thorn, the slate is clean, the future awaits, awake.

Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.

To me, punk rock is the freedom to create, freedom to be successful, freedom to not be successful, freedom to be who you are. It's freedom.

And the pomegranates, /like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together, /remembering just how good/life used to be

If you thought dead was just dead, then you wouldn't have to worry about any of this.

There is no justification for present existence other than its expansion into an indefinitely open future.

The Obama presidency has two great missions: fixing the economy, and preventing Iran from gaining nuclear weapons.

Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.

For the good of the many, for the happiness of the many, out of compassion for the world.

It was getting the results that made science worth doing; the accolades were a thin, secondary pleasure.

There are people who help you in life. I've been given a helping hand, and that's why I feel it's my duty to help younger artists.

Always someone resting there - a lone rock in the summer field

Let us leave every man at liberty to seek into him and to lose himself in his ideas.