Seek and you shall find the repulsive things you secretly hope to find.

It could draw from a greater reservoir of freedom. The irony could develop an even greater ease.

Trust is fine, but control is better.

Strictly speaking, there are no holidays for art; art pursues you everywhere, and that's just fine with the artist.

Anna despises two classes of people: first, those who own their own homes and have cars and families, and second, everybody else. Constantly she is on the verge of exploding. With rage. A pool of pure red. The pool is filled with speechlessness that talks away at her nonstop.

Seek and you shall find the repulsive things you secretly hope to find.

As is said about most writers: on the one hand all I ever did from when I was a child was read, and I was a loner, which was furthered by my parents and my upbringing.