It is, in fact, safe to assume that, more often than not, life imitates craft, for who among us can say that our experience does not more closely resemble a macramé plant holder than it does a painting by Seurat. When it comes to art, life is the biggest copycat in the matter of the frame.

Even when America is not working that well, it still works better than other places.

People are constantly telling me, whether they are friends who feel sorry for me, because I can't find a place to live, or real estate agents, "You can't afford an apartment the size you need with this many books. Why don't you just put some of your books in storage?" And I always say the same thing: "What if I told you I had four children? Would you say, 'You just can't afford to house four children. Why don't you just put two of them in storage?'" That's how I feel.

Andy Warhol made fame more famous.

I don't like to read nonfiction. To me, fact is something I can look up.

What I can't be is monogamous. That tends to upset people. I just don't like domestic life.

Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one.