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 . . .

Voyeurism is a director's job description. It's an artist's, too.

Wasting money puts you in a real party mood.

I wish I hadn't made so many images.

The mosquito is the state bird of New Jersey.

If I had gone ahead and died ten years ago, I'd probably be a cult figure today.

The Palace is a good theater, you can see from everywhere.