I started thinking what could happen with my art and I realized that the biggest thing that could is that it winds up in a museum. It's like finding a rare animal and putting it in the zoo.

Life isn't some vertical or horizontal line -- you have your own interior world, and it's not neat.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

I was horny, but I was innocent 'cause I was a real-late bloomer and not particularly attractive. In fact, homely.

Spare the child and spoil the rod, I am not sellin' myself to god.

My sunglasses are like my guitar.

Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe, love is a banquet on which we feed.