Self-Deprecating Sayings

Sweet mother, I truly cannot weave my web; for I am o'erwhelmed through Aphrodite with love of a slender youth.

I laugh at myself: an old madman growing older, growing madder.

I was not born to amuse the Tsars.

I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.

Everyone probably thinks that I'm a raving nymphomaniac, that I have an insatiable sexual appetite, when the truth is I'd rather read a book.

You're right. I am crazy. But you know what else? I don't give a fuck.

The second time I went to jail, I was like, 'okay, this is not the move.'

For me to say I wasn't a genius, I would just be lying to you and to myself.

I don't understand this, I'm from Texas.

I never am sea sick, never. I am sea drunk!

I don't know any painter who thinks Giovanni Baglione is a good painter. His Resurrection is clumsy – the worst he's done.

People have often accused me of having made erotic sculptures. I have never made a sculpture for the sake of the erotic element.

I have always seen those who liked painting, they were the ones who didn't have a [son?].

I have the gift of neither the spoken nor the written word, especially if I have to say something about myself or my work.

Well, do you think that I have worked like that all those years and not be changed?

I grew up thinking art was pictures until I got into music and found I was an artist and didn't paint.

I may not believe in myself, but I believe in what I'm doing.

I did not drive myself there.

I am corny, you know? But I think there are just about 140 million people in this country who are just as corny as I am.

I don't see any positives.