It was no hardship to me to spend long hours reading and writing.

Words are just rules and regulations to me.

You don't want to OD on improvisation.

There were days, rainy gray days, when the streets of Brooklyn were worthy of a photograph, every window the lens of a Leica, the view grainy and immobile. We gathered our colored pencils and sheets of paper and drew like wild, feral children into the night, until, exhausted, we fell into bed. We lay in each other's arms, still awkward but happy, exchanging breathless kisses into sleep.

I'm right here right now and I want now to be the Golden Age ...if only each generation would realize that the time for greatness is right now when they're alive ... the time to flower is now.

My public life was so demanding that I wasn't doing the things that I deemed the most important.

Maybe I'll be 48 and die in the gutter in Paris.