L.A. is a vortex. The weather there tricks you into thinking you're on vacation, even when you're working fourteen hours a day.

The way Lou Reed wrote and sang about drugs and sex, about the people around him - it was so matter-of-fact.

With a hundred ways to do a dozen things, why not try it all?

The artistic element of Manhattan has kind of moved to Brooklyn. Has it changed it? Yeah. Has it ruined it? I would say no. It is what it is. I say better that than an urban war zone.

Sometimes I've sat outside, not to tan, but as a result of that I ended up tanning slightly.

L.A. is a vortex. The weather there tricks you into thinking you're on vacation, even when you're working fourteen hours a day.

I think all of Manhattan has pretty much become a bar-slash-nightclub-slash-restaurant. There were always pockets of that. But now every corner of Manhattan is that.