One person's crazy is another person's sane, I guess.

We study there a lot because... what other choice does society give us, right? It's Starbucks or death, sometimes.

You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.

I try to shake it loose-but these ideas, they cling. It's like I'm shackled to them with an iron chain. They rattle along behind me, dragging against the ground, always reminding me of their presence.

Lecturing Brooks was as useful as lecturing a cat.

Sometimes artist like to catch themselves looking out, let the world see them for once. It's a signature. This one is a very bold one. But this is also a witnessing. We want to remember, and we want to be remembered. That's why we paint.

What are you?" I asked. "I'm the Ghost of the Night Before Exams." "And how long did it take you to come up with that?" Jazza asked. "I'm a busy man," he replied.