And the eye became a body, the murky heart of a rose. The sinister shadow of an orchid. Or the indolent poppy balanced behind the ear of Baudelaire.

I always wanted to be an artist, writer and poet since I was seven, and one has to live long enough to evolve as an artist and do one's finest work.

An artist is somebody who enters into competition with God.

I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one.

A writer, or any artist, can’t expect to be embraced by the people [but] you just keep doing your work - because you have to, because it’s your calling.

Artists are traditionally resistant to labels.

An artist wears his work in place of wounds.