If you are an artist and you are honest, you are never good enough.

The epiphany for me was that I wasnt a writer, and I had to do something with these texts. I put them in the streets as posters.

I'd been doing projects outdoors for the public. I made pigeons eat geometry by putting bread out in rhomboids and triangles. I don't know if this activity made sense, but the work was available.

Hands on your breast can keep your heart beating.

What urge will save us now that sex won't?

When you start liking pain things start to get interesting.

At times your unconsciousness is truer than your conscious mind