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

We call for the three great stimulants of the exhausted ones, artifice, brutality, and innocence.

The Hollywood sirens are shrieking, while down some search lit alley runs some lost belief.

I prefer Christmas, which is everybody's holiday. It's just my nature. I don't like to be zeroed in on en masse.

I'm irresponsible to my career in order to paint. Because painting is obsessive. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.

We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.

I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.