What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

As an artist you organize your life so that you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that's no guarantee you'll create anything worth all your effort. You're always haunt by the idea you're wasting your life.

I just want one person I can rescue and I want one person who needs me. Who can't live without me. I want to be a hero, but not just one time.

I take a lot of flak from the counter-establishment for selling out.

At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.

People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become.

Masochism is a valuable job skill.