Think rich, look poor.

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

...the more you look at the same exact thing, the more the meaning goes away, and the better and emptier you feel.

Everybody winds up kissing the wrong person good-night.

Edward Smith: What do you think is the characteristic of a really nice person? Some people you obviously do like more than others. Andy Warhol: Ummm, well, if they talk a lot. ES: What, and don't make you talk? AW: Yeah, yes, that's a really nice person.

I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumors to my dogs.

So many people seem to prefer my silver-screenings of movie stars to the rest of my work. It must be the subject matter that attracts them, because my death and violence paintings are just as good.