Most of the answers to the world could be answered with our bodies.

We're artists. We cry out to be exploited on some level. Write a dissertation on my work. Write a biography about me.

I just realized that I never look at a painting and ask, 'Is this painting fictional or non-fictional?' It’s just a painting.

There's always tons of crap music people are trying to sell us - [it's] the same way with publishers and galleries.

Samuel Clemens isn't Mark Twain. Mark Twain is Mark Twain. He doesn't become the thing until he creates himself.

The whole exploitation thing is funny, too. Exploitation is the nature of the world, isn't it?

We like something because someone else liked it.