A lot of artists think they want anger. But a real, strong, bitter anger occupies the mind, leaving no room for creativity.

Negativity is the enemy of creativity.

Consciousness, Creativity, and the Brain.

Life is precious and there's not a lot of room for anger.

I quit smoking in December. I’m really depressed about it. I love smoking, I love fire, I miss lighting cigarettes. I like the whole thing about it, to me it turns into the artist’s life, and now people like Bloomberg have made animals out of smokers, and they think that if they stop smoking everyone will live forever.

Artists are those who can evade the verbose.