At first, I thought 'this series is going to be all about death and desecration,' but instead became a more complex landscape of human relationships. I hope I put something of these feelings into the portraits that I made of the characters, which were landscapes in themselves. An irony in the subject of crystal meth is how beautifully it resembles the desert sky.

There is no truly global justice.

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.

Man's idea of God, and a God's collusion, is an essential part of the equation to wage war.

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.

God invented mankind because he loved silly stories.

I am an artist and have no right buggering about with verbs and split infinitives, which is what being a writer says to me.