One does not devote one's life in art to shock an audience.

Understand--it ALWAYS makes sense. Sense can't be avoided. If it first seems to be non-sense, wait: roots will reveal themselves.

I was enchanted by the escape into that meticulous world that seemed real yet not... well, it seemed not real, but very detailed and meticulous, bizarre.

There is no work of art that has ever been made that is absolutely truthful about life.

I realized that I had to be honest about where I was, where I was coming from, and what I was trying to do.

Which implies that the real issue in art is the audience's response. Now I claim that when I make things, I don't care about the audience's response, I'm making them for myself. But I'm making them for myself as audience, because I want to wake myself up.

If I wasn't in the theater, I would be a hermit.