I'm my own worst critic. I mean, I know what's wrong with everything that I've done.

I had always worked. I always had part-time jobs.

Any artwork is part of something larger, grander and, you know, the situation that it's in is very important.

And we live in a kind of realm of language and words and so forth. So we can sort of relate to them. They don't exist without us. We create words.

And the mind actually does generate electrical currents - very weak ones and not necessarily ones that can be picked up by anyone else.

I didn't like anti-Vietnam War art. I didn't like feminist art. I thought it was heavy-handed and stupid - as art.

Normally my head is always filled with art ideas and things that I have to do, deadlines that I have to meet.