And as ridiculous as it may sound, sometimes all any of us needs in life is for someone to hold our hand and walk next to us.

There are no categories in contemporary art. There are no rules. Artists are given the freedom to make and create whatever they please and call it whatever they please. I identify with that system, or lack of system, much more than I do the landscape of contemporary publishing.

Live and let live, do not judge, take life as it comes and deal with it, everything will be okay.

I listen to the tick of an unseen clock marking moments of time long passed.

The one word love means too little for what it is. It doesn't communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.

Let things be, let yourself be, let everything be and accept it as it is. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I don't write with an outline. I don't often know what I'm going to do as I'm writing. And I do everything by feel and by instinct.