It would be very glamorous to be reincarnated as a great big ring on Liz Taylor's finger.

Pop art is about liking things.

You have to do stuff that average people don't understand because those are the only good 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 . . .

Don't think about making art.

Sometimes something can look beautiful just because it's different in some way from the other things around it. One red petunia in a window box will look very beautiful if all the rest of them are white, and vice-versa.

If you're not trying to be real, you don't have to get it right. That's art.