I always believed that I have something important to say and I said it.

I've made love to my mother, killed my father, and my brother. What am I to do?

I can concentrate on my art.

That's why I survived because I still believe I've got something to say.

The currents rage so deep upon us, this is the age of video violence.

I write whatever shows up. That's good enough for me. I'm part of the first generation that wants to still do original material and not tour around as an oldies act.

I like druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls and trains. I like their lack of training, their primitive technique. I think it hurts you, when you stay too long in school.