When I began experimenting, people weren't ready for it. Once it's in its second and third generational stages, people can accept it.

I paint my joy and I sing my sorrow.

My individual, psychological descent coincided, ironically, with my ascent into the public eye.

My heart is broken in the face of the stupidity of my species.

We'll laugh and toast to nothing, and smash our empty glasses down.

Because I'm so busy and because I think of myself as a painter, I desperately guard the time that I have to paint. And sometimes I'm irresponsible to my career in order to paint. Because painting is obsessive. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.

Bob [Dylan] is not authentic at all. He's a plagiarist, and his name and voice are fake. Everything about Bob is a deception. We are like night and day, he and I.