Celibacy is exhausting.
A rich poet from Harvard has no sense in his mind, except the aesthetic.
Well, I don't go out much socially. I don't enjoy going out.
The second time I was there I met Marcel Duchamp, and we immediately fell for each other. Which doesn't mean a thing because I think anybody who met Marcel fell for him.
Here in America we're doing the most wonderful crafts
I happen to believe that there is an afterlife