I came to New York to be a fine artist - that was my ambition.

Most of our lives aren't that exciting, but the drama is still going on in the small details.

When things get so absurd and so stupid and so ridiculous that you just can't bear it, you cannot help but turn everything into a joke.

Facts are simple and facts are straight. Facts are lazy and facts are late. Facts all come with points of view. Facts don't do what I want them to. Facts just twist the truth around. Facts are living turned inside out.

We live in ugly times.

Cycling is a joy and faster than many other modes of transport, depending on the time of day. It clears the head.

I resent the implication that I'm less of a musician and a worse person for not appreciating certain works.