But she projected vitality - you knew that she was there.

I felt I had to win. It seemed very important. I didn't know why it was important and I kept thinking, why do I think this is so important? And another part of me answered, just because it is.

An artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way

I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.

I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice inside me said 'Don't quit - save that tiny little ember of spark.' And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

The human body is mostly blood and mystery and sadness.

I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.