With my art, it's the one thing that I know will outlive me and outlive my feelings. It will outlive my depressive seasons.

I'm extremely compassionate, loving, all of those warm fuzzy things, but the outer shell doesn't project that all the time.

A friend of mine jokes that I have a painstaking royalty complex. Like maybe I was a duke in a past life.

I've written some great things. That's a gift, but there's consequences. Yeah, you get this great work, but you suffer. You really, really suffer.

As a man I am not a killer. I’m an artist and a modern person. I’ll choose sanity.

Of course awards matter.

I don't ever want to be caught up in a system of thinking I can do one thing 'cos that's just... that's just telling yourself a lie.