Much has been said about Robert, and more will be added. Young men will adopt his gait. Young girls will wear white dresses and mourn his curls. He will be condemned and adored. His excesses damned or romanticized. In the end, truth will be found in his work, the corporeal body of the artist. It will not fall away. Man cannot judge it. For art sings of God, and ultimately belongs to him.

Americans just don't know what being a movie star's all about.

Life is an adventure of our own design intersected by fate and a series of lucky and unlucky accidents.

I was horny, but I was innocent 'cause I was a real-late bloomer and not particularly attractive. In fact, homely.

Who can know the heart of youth but youth itself?

Ultimately, I want to make everyone horny.

I don't like answering to other people's philosophies. I don't have any philosophy, I just believe in stuff. Either I believe in something or I don't. Like, I believe in the Rolling Stones but not in the Dave Clark Five. There's nothing philosophic about it. Whenever I'm linked with a movement, it pisses me off.