My dad was such a bigot. He was a horrible, self-centred person. He was really racist and he'd talk about the Jews and blacks and Catholics even.

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.

Politicians and low profiles rarely went together.

Because if we the storytellers don't do this, then the bad people will win.

I am a fight fan. I think boxing had its problems and kind of fell away for a while, but it's coming back strong .

In our home we have a rule: You can disagree with a man's position as much as you want - after you have been able to state it to his satisfaction.

The question is not so much what the hand is doing (passing over some cash or a check) but what the heart is thinking while the hand is doing it.

Faithfulness is not doing something right once but doing something right over and over and over and over.

The world of sight is still limitless. It is the artist who limits vision to the cramped dimensions of his own ego.

I have inside me the winds, the deserts, the oceans, the stars, and everything created in the universe. We were all made by the same hand, and we have the same soul.

We have not an hour of life in which our pleasures relish not some pain, our sours, some sweetness.

Gene Mean, look at our body. Cameraman, zoom!