Any artist who has that quality of timelessness has that quality because they tell the truth.

Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw.

The other day I read that last year 58 million tourists came to New York ... where a puny eight million people are trying to live. Unless they own a hotel chain, I don't think a single one of these eight million people are happy about this.

I believe that at birth everyone gets the capacity for a certain amount of drugs and alcohol, everyone the same, you can do it all between 15 and 19 like I did, or you can stretch it out over 70 years.

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.

[Friendships] are easy to get out of compared to love affairs, but they are not easy to get out of compared to, say, jail.

Never relinquish clothing to a hotel valet without first specifically telling him that you want it back.