in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

Tell your secrets. [In reply to the question "How does one become a prophet?"]

When you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it then becomes sacred.

I have a new method of poetry. All you got to do is look over your notebooks... or lay down on a couch, and think of anything that comes into your head, especially the miseries. Then arrange in lines of two, three or four words each, don't bother about sentences, in sections of two, three or four lines each.

The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy!

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

Truth is dissent, where all power resides in the Big Lie.