I never drove a car in my life. Given my drinking habits in those days, I would have been dead a long time ago - stumbling out of a bar at 4 a.m. and getting into a car.

SoHo was called Hell's Hundred Acres because it was full of sweatshops - without fire escapes. Completely not up to code. Every once in a while, these buildings would burn and 26 Puerto Ricans would be killed.

I was hanging out and drinking as long as I could afford it, or as long as somebody else could afford it.

My works have always been unjoined. People were always making variations of my works, and I just said, "I don't want to know." You can't put limits on those pieces. You can't be there all of the time when they're installed.

Money is a very complicated problem. The history of money is very curious.

What I made depended on what I found on the street. At least in the beginning, my materials came from the street.

Artists tend to be beyond embarrassment the way little children tend to be beyond embarrassment.