Everybody has their story to tell.

You've got to be able to pay your bills, otherwise you're not going to sleep at night. But beyond that, the world inside my head has always been a far richer place than the world outside it. I suppose that a lot of my art and writing are meant to bring the two together.

I am watching the stars, admiring their complex trajectories through space and time. I am trying to give a name to the force that set them in motion.

My mother said I broke her heart...but it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us...but within that inch we are free.

It doesn't do you any service to demonize any group of people. It's much better to try and understand from the inside.

I'm the king of the 20th century. I'm the boogeyman, the villian, the black sheep of the family.

I still can't believe it . . . him comin' here everyday, nobody realizin'. Still, that's life: lotta stuff happens under the waterline.