He studied cities as women study their reflections.

Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills.

It ain't the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.

All of us have to be prevaricators, hypocrites, and liars every day of our lives; otherwise the social structure would fall into pieces the first day. We must act in one another's presence just as we must wear clothes. It is for the best

I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.

To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.

What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?