And dilettantism is a humorous way to survive. Everybody understands you for it and everybody hates you for it. And not everybody chooses to be a dilettante. Many choose cunning and brute force.

Fashion is the pursuit of perfection, Style is the acceptance of one's flaws.

When I look at a drawing of a person, I look at that person as living.

I repeatedly refuse to make any practical decisions. I get a feeling of nausea about practicality.

I first think of intelligence. You need it for surviving in Italy because Italy is so pompous.

We are not naturally intelligent, or happy. In fact, every day it is harder to remain intelligent. It seems often that people get intelligent through pain, but you can't be sure because nobody really can say, "I've been suffering".

In India and in New York the economy is naked. People are starving physically in India, and emotionally in New York.