It was hollow, my triumph, I could feel that, but I held on to it just the same.

I like cooking, but I think someone else ought to do the dishes.

I understood that I was inventing myself, and that I was doing this more in the way of a painter than in the way of a scientist. I could not count on precision or calculation; I could only count on intuition.

I suppose you could say I love outlaw American culture.

Life has a truth to it, and it's complicated - it's love and it's hatred.

A psychiatrist once asked me to draw a picture of my family. This is when I was a member of a family of four. I drew the three other people in the family first, bodies and heads. And then, last, I began to draw myself - but gave up.

There's something to be said about a slightly plump person—you have just enough of too much.