I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.

I just do art because I’m ugly and there’s nothing else for me to do.

The child-like, gum-chewing naïveté , the glamour rooted in despair, the self admiring carelessness, the perfected otherness, the wispiness, the shadowy, voyeuristic, vaguely sinister aura, the pale, soft-spoken magical presence, the skin and bones…

The most exciting thing is not doing it. If you fall in love with someone and never do it, it's much more exciting.

It's excitement, it's show business, it's chic

Don't think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it's good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.