The First Cut Is the Deepest.

It's not having what you want
It's wanting what you've got.

Your art kind of changes as you get older, by nature of the fact that you're hopefully gaining wisdom and you're starting to watch things with a better overview.

Under this rock lives someone who rocks.

I look at my hands and go, 'Hmm...what happened? Whose hands are those? Oh my God, they're mine'

There ain't nothing like regret to remind you you're alive.