The silence was part of the story I wanted to tell.
Long after Salinger sent me away, I continued to believe his standards and expectations were the best ones.
A person who deserves my loyalty receives it.
There is a theme that runs through my work, and that is: the toxic property of keeping secrets.
The real drug, I came to believe, was love.
The painter who feels obligated to depict his subjects as uniformly beautiful or handsome and without flaws will fall short of making art.