Man has an innate capacity for violence, but can only justify it in the name of justice.

I have even written a book about Wine called The Grapes of Ralph.

One can derive the same fun from print-making as from making mud pies and great subtlety can be achieved through the use of transparent inks, half-tone screens and even accidental colour combinations, which is often where the art hides.

It makes me so desperately sad to witness just how unforgivably wretched our world has become.

You know, we're really destroying ourselves because we're really making the motivating force of anything we do selfish.

Call immediately. Time is running out. We both need to do something monstrous before we die.

I am an artist, I trade in uncertainty and superstition and cant. I invent dark visions of impossible situations that can never be resolved.