He found it was as easy to hurl beauty as anything else. (On Robert Mapplethorpe)
What a model of an artist was for me was an artist who worked. Picasso was the ultimate model, because the work ethic he had.
It was like being at an Arabian hoedown with a band of psychedelic hillbillies (p. 171).
I realize that people need something to believe in.
Christianity made us think there's one heaven.
I got over the loss of his desk and chair, but never the desire to produce a string of words more precious than the emeralds of Cortés.