[William Butler] Yeats has the phrase Hodos Chameliontos, chameleon-like, in that you don't know where the beginning or the middle or the end is, so it's an unrelieved hallucination, because you don't know where you're coming in and you don't know where you're going out. It ends, you're going into the hallucination, or maybe coming out of it, I don't know.

I think it was when I ran into Kerouac and Burroughs - when I was 17 - that I realized I was talking through an empty skull... I wasn't thinking my own thoughts or saying my own thoughts.

Ultimately Warhol's private moral reference was to the supreme kitsch of the Catholic church.

We love to be hurt and we love to have our unhealing wounds opened and reopened again: we sit staring in the mirror of art, fascinated by our own deformities.

Naked in solitary prison cell he looks down at a hard-on.

Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel!

The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene