Most Of My Adult Life I Had

Throwaway Pens Are No Good - I Never Liked Them. I've Tried Them All.

I'm Just A Negative Person, A Deeply Negative Person. I See The Worst Aspects Of Everything.

I Guess I Didn't Enjoy Drawing Very Much. It Was Like Homework.

Some Things I Won't Do For Any Amount Of Money. That's So Demoralizing And Goes Against Every Principle That I Hold. It's Like, Okay, Some Rich People Can Buy Me Because I'm A Talented Guy. They Can Buy Talent. You Can't Buy It For Yourself, But You Can Buy Other People's Talent To Serve Your Purposes. And Once An Artist Does That, He Becomes Like A Plaything Of The Rich. You Know, Some Of These Wealthy Collectors Have Paid Lots Of Money For Artwork That I Already Did, But I Didn't Do It With The Intention Of Catering To Them.

I Still Can't Spend A Lot Of Money On Records At Collector Prices. There's Something In Me That Just Won't Allow Me To Do That. But I Will Trade My Artwork, Which I Know Is Worth Thousands Of Dollars.