“A true artist willingly removes their heart, allows constructive criticism to stomp it, then puts it back--bruised and aching--to continue improving due to the all-consuming obsessive love for their art.”

“A true artist removes his heart willingly, allows constructive criticism to stomp it, then puts it back—bruised and aching—as he continues to strive for excellence due to the all-consuming obsession and love for his art.”

“Art is not life, and life is not art; but the beauty and horror of the human condition exists between the two.”

“Rules kill art.”

“Money doesn't bring you happiness, it brings you the freedom to find it.”

“I went to a box room at the top of the house and locked myself in, in order to be alone with my aching miseries.”

“We can't have any weak or silly. Life is real again, and the useless and cumbersome and mischievous have to die. They ought to die. They ought to be willing to die. It's a sort of disloyalty, after all, to live and taint the race.”