Once you 'got' Pop, you could never see a sign again the same way again. And once you thought Pop, you could never see America the same way again.

I can't give parties. It's so hard. When I want to call somebody up for dinner they think I'm using them or something. I just can't stand it.

The reason I'm painting this way is that I want to be a machine, and I feel that whatever I do and do machine-like is what I want to do.

Wasting money puts you in a real party mood.

I still care about people but it would be so much easier not to care. I don't want to get too close; I don't like to touch things.

The childlike, gum-chewing naivete, the glamour rooted in despair, the self-admiring carelessness, the perfected otherness, the wispiness, the shadowy, voyeuristic, vaguely sinister aura, the pale, soft-spoken magical presence, the skin and bones . . .

I wake up every morning. I open my eyes and think: here we go again.