Photos should suggest a word(s) and vice versa. They should be equal and interchangeable.

If I saw the art around me that I liked, then I wouldn't do art.

I go back and forth between wanting to be abundantly simple and maddeningly complex.

I think art, if it's meaningful at all, is a conversation with other artists. You say something, they say something, you move back and forth.

Talent is cheap, you have to be possessed or obsessed, rather. You really have to feel like you cannot not do art, and that is something you can't will.

Look at the subject as if you have never seen it before. Examine it from every side. Draw its outline with your eyes or in the air with your hands, and saturate yourself with it.

I will not make anymore boring art.

A TWO-DIMENSIONAL SURFACE WITHOUT ANY ARTICULATION IS A DEAD EXPERIENCE

I don't try to be funny. It's just that I feel the world is a little bit absurd and off-kilter and I'm sort of reporting.

Well, why is this art? Why isn't that art?

I was always interested in language. I thought, why not? If a painting, by the normal definition of the term, is paint on canvas, why can't it be painted words on canvas?

Physical nutrition is required to survive but you need to be mentally/emotionally healthy to thrive.

He kissed my palm, lingering his lips on my skin. Then he inhaled. "Mmmm, " he moaned. " Like gin to an alcoholic. Sweet as fresh molasses and deadly as snake venom.

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.

Im sick and tired of politicians beating up on the IRS. We have the best and fairest tax-collection system in the world.

I hope that I am winning a way which others will keep open.

Oakmont possesses all the charm of a sock to the head.

I was a straight man long before I knew what it was called. I was just the boring one.

I write music, really, to make myself feel better.

If you don't have courage, you can't practice any of the other virtues.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.