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I’m not afraid of death.
The distinctions of fine art bore me to death.
As a kid, all I thought about was death. But you can’t tell your parents that.
Childhood is a tricky business. Usually, something goes wrong.
I think people should be given a test much like driver’s tests as to whether they’re capable of being parents! It’s an art form. I talk a lot. And I think a lot. And I draw a lot. But never in a million years would I have been a parent. That’s just work that’s too hard.
In plain terms, a child is a complicated creature who can drive you crazy. There’s a cruelty to childhood, there’s an anger.
I want to be alone and work until the day my heads hits the drawing table and I’m dead. Kaput. I feel very much like I want to be with my brother and sister again. They’re nowhere. I know they’re nowhere and they don’t exist, but if nowhere means that’s where they are, that’s where I want to be.