She kept asking me if the stories were true. I kept asking her if it mattered. We finally gave up. She was looking for a place to stand and I wanted a place to fly. – Brian Andreas, Mostly True: Collected Stories and Drawings, 1993
Its a great excuse and luxury, having a job and blaming it for your inability to do your own art. When you dont have to work, you are left with the horror of facing your own lack of imagination and your own emptiness. A devastating possibility when finally time is your own. – Julian Schnabel