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

You can't photograph everything.

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!

I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism

First thoughts are the strongest.