When I’m painting, I’m not thinking about anything. I’m just painting.

She's simply too strange. We can't relate to her, she speaks in a funny way, she comes from an odd place. So we can't relate to her, and when you can't relate to somebody, you don't envy them. The closer two people are -- in age, in background, in the process of identification -- the more there's a danger of envy, which is incidentally why none of you should ever go to a school reunion, because there is no stronger reference point than people one was at school with.

I don't believe in anything, and that's the only thing I believe in.

I'm the reason you're alive, I'm the reason you survive.