When you reach that kind of successful pinnacle, it is the nature of the business and the press and everything that they go about tearing you down.

I think I would go further into fine arts, I think, if I were to continue.

You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows.

My name had gone stale, and no matter how progressive I got, it was my time to die.

America is in a runaway-train position and dragging all the world with it. It's grotesquely mentally ill.

That's one thing that's always, like, been a difference between, like, the performing arts, and being a painter, you know. A painter does a painting, and he paints it, and that's it, you know. He has the joy of creating it, it hangs on a wall, and somebody buys it, and maybe somebody buys it again, or maybe nobody buys it and it sits up in a loft somewhere until he dies. But he never, you know, nobody ever, nobody ever said to Van Gogh, 'Paint a Starry Night again, man!' You know? He painted it and that was it.

Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand