My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

The artist's life nourishes itself on the particular, the concrete.

I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.

I am silver and exact.I have no preconceptions.

Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.

I do not fear it: I have been there.