Often I had to imagine the things I needed. I learned very early to read amidst noise. And so I started writing and drawing at an early age.

How easily the routine of sin establishes itself.

I have heard my fill of hurtful words. I think it's especially egregious when citizens like me, who point out abuses in their country, are referred to as 'do-gooders.' This is how a phrase that can be used to stop an argument dead becomes part of common usage.

The job of a citizen is to keep his mouth open.

Art is so wonderfully irrational, exuberantly pointless, but necessary all the same. Pointless and yet necessary, that's hard for a puritan to understand.

When the young woman leans over the sky, about to water the flowers as well as the weeds, her white front splits open until her milk runs.

Art is uncompromising, and life is full of compromises.