I like to move around. I travel. I've driven across country by myself.

For the first time in my career, I'm working in a fine-arts arena, so I'm finally getting some intelligent reviews.

He's swept with the broom of contempt and the rooms have an empty ring.

Innocence is drowned in anarchy. The best lack conviction given time to think, and the worst are full of passion without mercy.

It's life's illusions that I recall, I really don't know life at all

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.

Won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses