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.

The only works of art America has given are her plumbing and her bridges.

I happen to believe that there is an afterlife

Over and over I'm on the point of giving it up.

You know, God, the power that makes life, whatever it is, had just to make two things, masculine and feminine, for all this mischief. And made them so there is this entirely different point of view about love and sex

I was in a convent for a year.

And then a great thing in my life was going to India.