If You Want The Truth, I Will

When Anyone Seriously Pursues An Art - Painting, Poetry, Sculpture, Composing - Over Twenty Or Thirty Years, The Sustained Discipline Carries The Artist Down To The Countryside Of Grief, And That Descent, Resisted So Long Proves Invigorating. . . . As I've Gotten Older, I Find I Am Able To Be Nourished More By Sorrow And To Distinguish It From Depression.

A Lazy Part Of Us Is Like A Tumbleweed. It Doesn’t Move On Its Own. Sometimes It Takes A Lot Of Depression To Get Tumbleweeds Moving.

What I Am Trying To Do Is Bring People Into Grief In Relation To The Society We Have.

A Person Who Discreetly Farts In An Elevator Is Not A Divine Being, And A Man Needs To Know This.

I Have Spent Many Years Trying To Recover A Common Language, One That Can Cross The Distance Between People.