I came to New York to be a fine artist - that was my ambition.
The true face of smoking is disease, death and horror - not the glamour and sophistication the pushers in the tobacco industry try to portray.
Another Elvis will not come along. He got wasted, but it's alright.
Body odor is the window to the soul.
I wanted to be a secret agent and an astronaut, preferably at the same time.
I didn't have any agenda or plan when I started writing stuff.