Fantasy love is much better than Reality Love.

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

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 think pot should be legal. I don’t smoke it, but I like the smell of it.

I used to have the same lunch every day, for 20 years, I guess, the same thing over and over again.

I'd asked around 10 or 15 people for suggestions. Finally one lady friend asked the right question, 'Well, what do you love most?' That's how I started painting money.

You can be just as faithful to a place or a thing as you can to a person. A place can really make your heart skip a beat, especially if you have to take a plane to get there.