I wish I hadn't made so many images.

I like boring things.

Everybody has their own America, and then they have pieces of a fantasy America that they think is out there but they can't see.

I don't know where the artificial stops and the real starts.

I never met a pet I didn't like.

Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why.

What I've always wished I'd invented was paper underwear, even knowing that the idea never took off when they did come out with it. I still think it's a good idea, and I don't know why people resist it when they've accepted paper napkins and paper plates and paper curtains and paper towels-it would make more sense not to have to wash out underwear than not to have to wash out towels.