I have great respect for my parents. I got such beautiful things from both of them. It doesn't mean that we didn't have our rough times, but they were remarkable people who were open-minded, creative and hard-working, and had great senses of humor.

A good artist's always got his hand in his zipper.

I wasn't writing, I wasn't drawing, and personality-wise, I was just completely arrogant. I'm not trying to be overly apologetic for my behavior - I wasn't evil. The lifestyle I had was one that lent itself to becoming more and more self-involved.

I never really wanted to be a singer - not with any longevity. But I always wanted to be a writer.

If I'm really working on something, writing or painting or really concentrating, I don't even think about brushing my hair.

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 dreamed of having a book of my own, of writing one that I could put on a shelf.