At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.

I do love to eavesdrop. It's inspirational, not only for subject matter but for actual dialogue, the way people talk.

I think of images as an immune system and a transit system.

When an attractive but ALOOF ("cool") man comes along, there are some of us who offer to shine his shoes with our underpants. There are thousands of scientific concepts as to why this is so, and yes, yes, it's very sick but none of this helps.

By the 6th grade I stopped doing ordinary things in front of people. It had been ordinary to sing, kids are singing all the time when they are little, but then something happens. It's not that we stop singing. I still sang. I just made sure I was alone when I did it. And I made sure I never did it accidentally. That thing we call 'bursting into song.' I believe this happens to most of us. We are still singing, but secretly and all alone.

But when the thing that is scaring you is already Jesus, who are you supposed to pray to?

People think that whatever I put into strips has happened to me in my life.