The warrior's nobility is like a prostitute's smile, the truth of which is self-interest.

I don't want your love unless you know i am repulsive,and love me even as you know it.

A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.

The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.

Not every woman is a prostitute, but prostitution is the natural apotheosis of the feminine attitude.

It is clear that the world is purely parodic, that each thing seen is the parody of another, or is the same thing in a deceptive form.

The sexual act is in time what the tiger is in space.

We have in fact only two certainties in this world - that we are not everything and that we will die.

We want to decipher skies and paintings, go behind these starry backgrounds or these painted canvases and, like kids trying to find a gap in a fence, try to look through the cracks in the world.

The power of death signifies that this real world can only have a neutral image of life, that life's intimacy does not reveal it's dazzling consumption until the moment it gives out.

My true church is a whorehouse – the only one that gives me true satisfaction.

We need all kinds of artists. We have no need to destroy drawing. We lose so much. This wouldn't happen in music.

Just look at the messages today's media are sending everybody, from TV and commercials to actors and singers. Kids are just drowning in that 24-7 and it's getting really bad.

I want ordinary people to enjoy a decent standard of living, with ever increasing security, comfort and joy.

I have started to record some demos so hopefully in the near future I can play live.

Don't wait to worship God until you get to the Promised Land; you've got to worship along the way.

People shouldn't really have to think about an object when they are using it. Not having to think about it makes the relationship between a person and an object run more smoothly.

I've definitely had my fair share at shaking my fists at the gods of Hollywood, but I'm learning that I cannot think that way or I will go crazy.

Whatever respect photography may once have deserved is now superfluous in view of its own superfluity.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven.