Inconsiderate, rude behavior drives me nuts. And I guess the inconsiderate rudeness of social ineptitude definitely fuels my work.

Nowadays, with digital printing, it's so easy to make everything perfect, which is not always a good idea. Sometimes the mistakes are really what make a piece.

I’m trying to make other people recognize something of themselves rather than me.

Everyone thinks these are self-portraits but they aren't meant to be. I just use myself as a model because I know I can push myself to extremes, make each shot as ugly or goofy or silly as possible.

The still must tease with the promise of a story the viewer of it itches to be told.

I wanted to create something that people could relate to without having read a book about it beforehand.

If I knew what the picture was going to be like I wouldn’t make it. It was almost like it was made already – the challenge is more about trying to make what you can’t think of.

I feel I'm anonymous in my work. When I look at the pictures, I never see myself; they aren't self-portraits. Sometimes I disappear.

The way I see it, as soon as I make a piece I’ve lost control of it.

The work is what it is and hopefully it's seen as feminist work, or feminist-advised work, but I'm not going to go around espousing theoretical bullshit about feminist stuff.

[My work is] maybe about me maybe not wanting to be me and wanting to be all these other characters. Or at least try them on.

I am not here to compete in the war of words, I am here to nurture the future of stories.

It’s rare to be depressed and be in prime health. Healthy people tend to be happy people.

If we took the time to learn more about different places and people, perhaps we would have more empathy for each other.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

I remember, May 1944: I was 15-and-a-half, and I was thrown into a haunted universe where the story of the human adventure seemed to swing irrevocably between horror and malediction.

I think there's a lot of people who are afraid to experiment with clothing because they're afraid to get judged or ridiculed.

Get outside of their comfort zone and try something new. You never truly grow when you're too comfortable.

My father is an economist who specialized in foreign food policy, and my mother worked for AID, a branch of the State Department, so food in regards to world affairs was talked about a lot.

It does not hurt weak eyes to look into beautiful eyes never so long.

The pen is mightier than the sword ... if the sword is very short, and the pen is very sharp.