Perception precedes reality.

Everything will be art and nothing will be art, because everything, as I believe, already is.

We live in an age when the traditional great subjects - the human form, the landscape, even newer traditions such as abstract expressionism - are daily devalued by commercial art.

Think rich, look poor.

I wonder if it's possible to have a love affair that lasts forever.

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 . . .

When I got my first TV set, I stopped caring so much about having close relationships with other people.