My big concern is me and what do I do now until the time of my death. That is valid. That is useful. That is beautiful. That is creative.

We all want to be renewed, don't we?

My father could be very witty, even if the humor was always on the darker side of irony.

It was inconceivable to me as a child that I would be an adult. I mean, one assumed that it would happen, but obviously it didn't happen, or if it did, it happened when your back was turned, and then suddenly you were there. So I couldn't have thought about it much.

It's only adults who read the top layers most of the time. I think children read the internal meanings of everything.

Kids lead a very private life.

I refuse to cater to the bullshit of innocence.