I was probably the first kid in my high school to go to Yale. I applied almost as a lark. Then, when I got there, I was the dumbest person in your class.

An artist fights to retain the integrity of a work so that it remains a strong, clear vision. Art is and should be the act of an individual willing to say something new, something not quite familiar.

I was always making things. Even though art was what I did every day, it didn't even occur to me that I would be an artist.

To fly, we must have resistance.

It terrified me to have an idea that was solely mine to be no longer a part of my mind, but totally public.

I do not think you can find a reason for everything you make.

If we forget what used to be, then we’ve lost an ability to really be sensitive to our surroundings.