I think hiccup cures were really invented for the amusement of the patient's friends.

A box of new crayons! Now they’re all pointy, lined up in order, bright and perfect. Soon they’ll be a bunch of ground down, rounded, indistinguishable stumps, missing their wrappers and smudged with other colors. Sometimes life seems unbearably tragic.

It seems the less I do and say, the better everyone likes my work!

It's not the medium, but the quality of perception and expression, that determines the significance of art.

People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world.

I'm learning real skills that I can apply throughout the rest of my life...procrastinating and rationalizing.

My problem is that I don't paint ambitiously. It's all catch and release - just tiny fish that aren't really worth the trouble to clean and cook.