I'd asked around 10 or 15 people for suggestions. Finally one lady friend asked the right question, 'Well, what do you love most?' That's how I started painting money.

That's the trouble with being me. At this point, nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like, 'Yeah, big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.'

Nothing is so strongly fortified that it cannot be taken by money.

The shortest period of time lies between the minute you put some money away for a rainy day and the unexpected arrival of rain.

Right now it's only a notion, but I think I can get the money to make it into a concept, and later turn it into an idea.