For The Most Sensitive Among Us The

I Never Thought I Was Finished When People Said I Was Finished, Or Any Of That Stuff. I Always Had This Undying Belief That Even If I Was In A Wheelchair And I Could Only Move My Finger, Somehow I Would Become The Guy Who Does The Amazing Thing With His Finger.

I'm A Perfectionist, So I'm Never Satisfied With Myself. I've Always Been Psychotic About That Kind Of Stuff--in A Good Way. I'm Very Disciplined. Like The Food And The Whole Thing, I'm Always Looking To "how Can I Eventually Just Turn Into A Ball Of Light And Fly Off The Planet?". Until That Happens And God Basically Pull The Blinds Back, I Will Not Be Satisfied... If I Found Out That If I Ate Pine Nuts For The Next Month I Could See God, I'd Be Eating Pine Nuts.

The Purpose Of Art Is To Bring People Into Presence.

So Many Of Us Choose Our Path Out Of Fear Disguised As Practicality.

I'm Not In A Recession. I'm Doing Very, Very Well. I'm Doing Incredibly Well. I Just Want To Be Honest. I Really Am Kicking Ass.