Good Taste Is The Enemy Of Creativity.

Now There Is Fame! Of All - Hunger, Misery, The Incomprehension By The Public - Fame Is By Far The Worst. It Is The Castigation Of God By The Artist. It Is Sad. It Is True.

I Do Not Evolve, I Am.

If I Don't Have Red, I Use Blue.

When I Work I Relax; Doing Nothing Or Entertaining Visitors Makes Me Tired.

The People No Longer Seek Consolation In Art. But The Refined People, The Rich, The Idlers Seek The New, The Extraordinary, The Extravagant, The Scandalous.