The Fine-art World Knows Very

The Work Itself Is What Motivates Me. I Like My Own Stuff, You Know? I Like The Way It Looks. I Do It To Please Myself First.

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.

The Bible Was Not Written For Entertainment Purposes, So It's A Real Hodgepodge And A Compendium Of All Kinds Of Stuff.

The Only Burning Passion I'm Sure I Have Is The Passion For Sex.

The Comics Are Where All The Crazy Subconscious Stuff Comes Out.