Art Is A Way Of Survival.

Someday I'll Be Remembered For The Phone Calls I Never Made Letters I Never Mailed And The Stories I Never Finished Telling Anyone.

The Human Race Is A Very, Very Magical Race. We Have A Magic Power Of Witches And Wizards. We're Here On This Earth To Unravel The Mystery Of This Planet. The Planet Is Asking For It.

I Trust In My Inspiration, Really, And That's Difficult Because Sometimes You Would Rather Be Technical. And Once You Empty Your Mind, Empty Your Brain, It's Really Incredible. I'm Very Caring About Things That Dash Into My Brain, And I Make Sure I Don't Just Clog It.

Art For Me Is Like Breathing. When I Stop Breathing, What Happens?

Loneliness Is Equal To The Radius Of One's Awareness.