I work every day. I work all day. I've never had a holiday. It's all I really want to do. It's what I'm here for. . . . More and more, I'm just so grateful I was born an artist.

Western art is built on the biographical passion of one artist for another.

For me, drawing is everything, because it informs everything. It even informs my poetry. It's the way I begin everything.

More important than having a romance with the object that I'm drawing, is to have a romance with the mark that I am making.

I've never had an easy relationship with critics. I hold a lot of homicide in my heart. If this was another time, I'd be packing a piece.

My attitude towards drawing is not necessarily about drawing. It's about making the best kind of image I can make, it's about talking as clearly as I can.

My life is really a history of observing forms and taking in imagery. I don't mean in a photographic way, I mean in a way of feeling them structurally.

The figure is still the only thing I have faith in in terms of how much emotion it's charged with and how much subject matter is there.

I do not think that obsession is funny or that not being able to stop one's intensity is funny.

I have never been able to carry out any work coolly. On the contrary it is done, so to speak, with my own blood.

a letter ... changes utterly the moment it slips inside an envelope. It stops being mine. It becomes yours. What I mean is gone. What you understand is all that remains.

I lived at home for 2 1/2 months each time. I waited tables at Govnr's Park Tavern in Denver and then I moved on.

Really, voice-over IS great. If it paid as much as on camera work, it's all I'd ever do.

One rose is enough for the dawn

The most important thing is to believe in yourself and know that you can do it.

We heed no instincts but our own.

There is no great invention, from fire to flying, which has not been hailed as an insult to some god.

Thanks to the gods I didn't spend much time while growing up with my grandfather's mistress and preserved the flower of my youth, waiting for the proper time to demonstrate my virility.

People think of Paris as the city of love or the city of light, but where you got love you got hate, where you got light you got darkness.

If I was an owl, I would peck your eyes out. Wow this lyric is ****ing brilliant.