You can't photograph everything.

The combination of drugs, homosexuality, some good prose recited on screen. . . . In the sweat lodge ceremony we went through, did you get any glimpse of the Ugly Spirit, what that was historically or biographically?

It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.

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

Who’ll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who’ll look into my hooded eye Who’ll lie down under my darkened thigh?

Candor disarms paranoia.

What if someone gave a war and Nobody came?