I was anti-intellectual to the nth. Basically I liked to dance and paint, and that was about it.

A few drinks later you're not so choosy when the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you've found.

I met a redneck on a Grecian isle who did the Goat Dance very well.

I was young for my age. Not as naïve as they expected. I don't know why I seem to bring that out in people.

Love is a very hard feeling to keep alive. It's a very fragile plant.

Unlike some of my peers, I haven't really hit a writer's block. When I hit a block I just paint, which is an old crop rotation trick.

So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.