We who are in the arts are at the risk of being in a popularity contest rather than a profession. If that fact causes you despair . . . pick another profession. Your desire to communicate must be bigger than your relationship with the chaotic and unfair realities . . . We have to create our own standards of discipline.

Friendship is a wildly underrated medication.

I don't talk a lot when I interview. My job is to get out of the way.

I happen to be a hopeaholic. I tend to look at problems as an opportunity to do some work.

Probably the person who said the only color in Los Angeles is green was right.

You know, real artists, we expose our flaws. We long for intimacy.

Art simply can’t be stopped.