I always wonder what drives us as Artists.
People accuse artists of being narcissists - of course we are! If we don't like ourselves, who's going to like us?
Every artist thinks his most recent work is his best. If you didn't feel like that, you wouldn't do anything.
As artists, we're always going to like the songs we just now made over the songs we made a year ago.
I'm an artist; affirmation is like catnip to me.
It's rare for artists to really stare deeply at themselves in the mirror, literally, because there's constantly a mirror on you.
Artists have a right to be modest and a duty to be vain.
Most artists, ashamed of their need for encouragement, try to carry their work to term like a secret pregnancy.
Artists often think they are going to die before their time. They seem to possess a heightened sense of the passing of the hours.
So is fighting incompleteness the source of artistic neurosis? I doubt it. At most, this would apply to artists who deal with particular kinds of problems. I don't think we should think of Haydn or Mozart or Dickens or George Eliot in these terms.
Most artists I know had one person in their life who told them they were the second coming of the baby Jesus, and another person that told them they weren't worth anything, and they believed them both, you know?
I've never felt any sense of kinship with other comedians; they've always seemed too needy.
