I see if I can make human beings look like reptiles.

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.

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

Whores get bow-legged and bankers get mean, which is strange when you think that if whores get bow-legged, bankers should get generous, but they never do.

Like you do about Nelson Mandela, you can't help feeling the guy's a good man.

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

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.