Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine.

I'd never had people drive me around, and then all of a sudden, if a car didn't come, I'd say, "Where's my car?"

In my low periods, I wondered what was the point of creating art. For whom? Are we animating God? Are we talking to ourselves? And what was the ultimate goal? To have one's work caged in art's great zoos - the Modern, the Met, the Louvre?

Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.

I know from an early age that I'm very comfortable in front of people. When I was a young girl, I'd love giving book reports.

Maybe I'll be 48 and die in the gutter in Paris.

I'm pretty moral about what I do. If I didn't think I was worthy of doing something, I wouldn't do it. I ain't gonna waste a bunch of people's time.