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

Moral authority has been laid to rest, world opinion is no more than a game show and the difference between good and evil is about as relevant as changing channels.

Whats a gonzotic frenzy? Well its me in the throes of an ink splattering attempt to capture the feeling I have at that particular time.

Half of art is accident, but there is no accident without free experiment.

I get my best ideas in a thunderstorm. I have the power and majesty of nature on my side.

Beware of privilege. It stinks of rotten fish heads, many of which were lapping the shore beneath the jetties.

America is ripe for lies and lethargy. The pure mountain air is going and gone. It is a huge burden and a sadness for us all.