The night schedule is a crazy pit I fall into most of the time, but I do like it because the buzz of normal professionalism has gone away. Even though you're working, you feel like you're playing.

I feel like the biggest failure of humans is miscommunication. We can't communicate with each other-we can fight, we can kill, we can do those things well.

I'm really interested in the difference between selfishness and generosity. It confuses me to no end because sometimes it all just feels like pure indulgence on my part.

A lot of the images I use are already out there in the public or in the news. I just steal them or photograph them or repaint them, so they've already been talked about, already been consumed.

Language is the most beautiful and destructive thing because it allows you to express yourself, but it totally confuses everything.

There are so many different desires that make you execute an artwork.

A lot of people use a smiley face when they write letters. But it's this huge insane compulsion, like "I'm happy! I swear!" I'm not buying it. I don't believe them.

It's nice that I can go down the road of obsessing over this smiley-face bullshit so maybe I can get free from it and think about something else-it's so banal and yet so crazy!

I love language, and I love the failure of language.

You are the only real authority in your life, but you yield that status to so many externals by believing in them, by having been punished or forced into accepting them.

I am sorry

She walked in the shadow of Rango with a great feeling of being taken out of herself, of having no knowledge of what was happening to her, merely a pervading sense of flow.

I have always held the view that decisive force should be used in addressing a military conflict. The reason is simple: Why wouldn't you, if you could?

I can only see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.

'Tis the temper of the hot and superstitious part of mankind in matters of religion ever to be fond of mysteries, and for that reason to like best what they understand least.

The brain is closer to the skull.

If you were born in Britain after World War II, you see a continuous atmosphere of decline, moral and economic and political.

Excellence has become a habit.

The sidelines may be safer but life is played on the field