I didn't want it to have any technical virtuosity; I wanted it to just be really clear how it was made. For my work in general, it's always really clear how it is made.

I like when people have opinions - especially about art. You can hate my art. I made my art to be hated. That's why I made the name paintings.

I'm a happy, happy person. I laugh. I'm not angry. I'm only disgusted with a few people in the world that I have to see. But I'm not angry at all.

I would never make an artwork that I wouldn't want to make forever. Wouldn't you want to make Trash Humpers [Korine's 2009 film] forever?

I'm not really that hard-working. We've hung out a lot, and you know that I don't work harder than you. Everyone else is just really lazy. People do half a thing, and then they just go out to lunch.

It's a lifestyle. If you do something good that is worth making, you should make it forever. It's like being a farmer. Just because he makes a gallon of milk doesn't make him stop.

So rather than someone coming to my stu- dio and saying, like, "Thank you for your time. I'll see you later," and me not knowing why they don't like my work, I understand now why they don't like it.

It's the ultimate conceptual artwork. I took a piece of metal and just painted an image of a stop sign on it - a four-by-four-foot stop sign.

Live in the beauty of love to live in peace.

When you're in the safety of the future, the past doesn't seem so relevant.

We get our voice from the voices of others. Read promiscuously. Imitate, copy, but become your own voice.

If possible, forget the past. Look forward to the future.

I never wanted children, maybe I'm afraid of responsibility.

You're not listening with your eyes.

The knife in the hand of a murderer kills, but if you give it to a doctor he will heal with it.

Putting all of my time In learning to care And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere Want a locket of who Made me lose my perfunctory view Of all that is around And of all that I do.

I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)