Brilliantly, Ecstatically, Irrepressibly. This Is The Way

There Is A Sense In Which A Painted Stick Is A Stick In Bloom. This Stick Points To The Hidden Face Of God. Sometimes It Points To You.

Life Is Hard If You Think It's Hard.

My Paintings Are Very Strange - Large And Empty, Like Walls. Just The Opposite Of My Writing, Which Is Rich And Juicy.

There's A Certain Buddhistic Calm That Comes From Having... Money In The Bank.

My Life Is Not Merely A Public Phenomenon, It Is A Solitary Adventure As Well.