Although wherever you are going is always in front of you, there is no such thing as straight ahead.

Do it from the heart or not at all.

No emotion is the final one.

Long looking at paintings is equivalent to being dropped into a foreign city, where gradually, out of desire and despair, a few key words, then a little syntax make a clearing in the silence. Art... is a foreign city, and we deceive ourselves when we think it familiar... We have to recognize that the language of art, all art, is not our mother-tongue.

When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.

Trust your creativity.

Confidence and superiority: It's the usual fundamentalist stuff: I've got the truth, and you haven't.