Perhaps the least cheering statement ever made on the subject of art is that life imitates it.

What starts love is your ability to stupefy and blind yourself to the point of being able to fall in love. What stops it is waking up.

Nothing lasts. So it's my belief, yes, I know a lot of the things that we liked didn't last, but maybe things we don't like, they're also not going to last. There has been progress in my lifetime. There are certainly things that are better than when I was young, and there are things that are worse. New York City, it's worse. There's no question.

The main symptom of falling in love is that you lose your intellectual prowess.

Forcing people into a situation where they're supposed to adore each other is probably bad. But letting people get on and off the 6 train without stabbing each other, that's good.

I always make a big effort to make a distinction between what is actually worse or what is just worse about not being 21. Of course, it's much worse not to be 21. This is a given. But there are things that are worse.

The first people who died of AIDS were artists. They were the most interesting people.