It's no small irony that the government inevitably and invariably ends up promoting precisely that which they would most like to repress.

Any artist that's involved in their work is inevitably going to have a focus in what they do.

I found myself serving a sentence of public denial from the very second the raid on my apartment happened.

The world is shrinking as we see more and more of it in the media, and the more we see of the world, the smaller we are, the more aware we are of how insignificant any one of us is.

I didn't think there was anything more or less obscene about any part of the body. Now, I recognize that there are certain postures and angles that make people see red, which are evidence of original sin or something, and I avoid that.

I'm guilty of extraordinary naivete, I suppose. But it's a naivete that I really don't want to abandon, not even now.

That dichotomy between the public consumption of the work and my intent and practice in making it is an uneasy one for me, on occasion.