My Heart Is Broken In The Face

And The Seasons They Go 'round And 'round And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind From Where We Came And Go Round And Round And Round In The Circle Game.

I Was Demanding Of Myself A Deeper And Greater Honesty, More And More Revelation In My Work In Order To Give It Back To The People Where It Goes Into Their Lives And Nourishes Them And Changes Their Direction And Makes Light Bulbs Go Off In Their Head And Makes Them Feel. And It Isn't Vague, It Strikes Against The Very Nerves Of Their Life And In Order To Do That You Have To Strike Against The Very Nerves Of Your Own.

I Have Always Thought Of Myself As A Painter Derailed By Circumstance.

I Like My Freedom. I Like To Do My Own Grocery Shopping. People Do Recognize You. They Are Kind Of Shocked. Some People Like It. It Makes Them Feel At Ease. It Confirms Their Hopes That You Are In Fact Similar To Them.

I Never Loved A Man As Far As I Could Pitch My Shoe.