What I used to do with a passion, foolishly and vainly imagining I would change the world for the better, I no longer tolerate in myself or anyone else. But draw, always draw - and WRITE.

What actually happened was that Rolling Stone paid me fifteen hundred dollars for the use of all the drawings - about twenty four of them - and then offered to buy the originals from me, which my agent urged 'was a good move!'. He sold the whole damn treasure trove to Jann Wenner for the princely sum of sixty dollars per drawing. I rue the day I let him convince me.

You see that's what I think is such a terrible, terrible betrayal, the trust that people have in government.

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

The betrayal of people's good will, good trust that things are being done for the best and they actually ARE being done for the best.

Evil is always devising more corrosive misery through man's restless need to exact revenge out of his hate.

I once saw a lump of Greenland breaking off into the sea and moving south, which of course will affect the atmosphere and us generally, and it'll happen more and more.