At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.

Chaos contains information that can lead to knowledge—even wisdom.

Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.

I don't know everything, I just do everything.

If you're going to hold someone down you're going to have to hold onto the other end of the chain. You are confined by your own system of repression.

In times of dread, artists must never choose to remain silent.

And she had nothing to fall back on; not maleness, not whiteness, not ladyhood, not anything. And out of profound desolation of her reality, she may very well have invented herself.

We die, that may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That would be the measure of our lives.

At some point in life the world's beauty is enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough

You wanna fly, you got to give up the sh— that weighs you down.