August Strindberg

Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.

That is the thankless position of the father in the family - the provider for all, and the enemy of all.

What an occupation! To sit and flay your fellow men and then offer their skins for sale and expect them to buy them.

I have a dog named Steve that lives at the studio.

I was a bit challenged when I was younger to stay on the right path.

Death, after all, is the common expectation from birth. Neither heroes nor cowards can escape it.