The wheel that squeaks gets the oil.

Art is like a lover whom you run away from but who comes back and picks you up.

There should be something revelatory about art. It should be totally creative and open doors for new thoughts and experiences.

It's my memory, and what happened between that moment 10 or 15 years ago and now, there's a lot of gray area

Most people don't do something seminal. I've done it twice: with my tent and my bed. Picasso did it with Cubism.

When it comes to words I have a uniqueness that I find almost impossible in art – and it's my words that actually make my art quite unique.

What's really good about the word 'art' is that 'art' is a word like 'love,' or 'god,' or whatever. It transcends so many things.

What is truth? Truth doesn't really exist. Who is going to judge whether my experience of an incident is more valid than yours? No one can be trusted to be the judge of that.

The words went round and round and round in my mind and my body, until I knew they were no longer my words but something that had been carved into my heart. And now my soul was crying.

There is nothing difficult about my work, and people get to hear it from me.

I feel physically ill if I don't make work, I don't create. I don't feel very good. I don't feel right, I feel wrong.

Don't wanna ever take your shoes off in coconut land. Never know when you're gonna have to run.

I started thinking that if post modernism is about people opening up all their skeletons, I'm going the other way. I don't want anyone knowing anything about me anymore.

Sometimes attaining the deepest familiarity with a question is our best substitute for actually having the answer.

I'm not interested in making a $60-million studio film with a bunch of 24-year-olds telling me what to do.

I don't think I'm fixed. People think that you're like a car in a body shop. You go in, they fix you, and you're out. It takes constant fixing.

They lived and laughed and loved and left.

Don't let the hand you hold hold you down.

Each and every one of you should consider himself to be a trustee for the welfare of the rest of his fellow labourers and not be self-seeking.

He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.