The women who intrigued me [as models] had the most beautiful necks and the most responsive hand movements. At one point, I found El Greco, and that elongated look became my way of seeing.

[When I photograph] I project what I'm not. What I would like to be.

Long necks. The thrust of the head in a certain position. The way the fingers work, fabrics work. It's all part of my painting background.

I am completely tied up with softness, fragility, and the problems of a feminine world.

Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.

What good are words if no one believes them?

Sadness grieves the spirit. But sorrow refines soul.

Fiction or fable allures to instruction.

I'm making music with my friends. It's fun. It should be fun. You shouldn't make music if it isn't fun.

Or as an ook comth of a litel spir, So thorugh this lettre, which that she hym sente, Encressen gan desir, of which he brente.

My fear is that the global consumption of oil is going to increase, but European oil consumption has already reached its peak. The amount of oil available globally, I think, has already peaked.

I want to so live that God doesn't have to have to give me one minute's

But what world says that [I'm wicked]? It can only be the next world. This world and I are on excellent terms.

Similes prove nothing, but yet greatly lighten and relieve the tedium of argument.