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.

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

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

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.

Suspicion and doubt lead to animosity and hatred.

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

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.