The very purpose of existence is to reconcile the glowing opinion we hold of ourselves with the appalling things that other people think about us.

You can behave as badly as you like in America. Nobody notices.

In New York, I find people so courteous and so generous. Free drinks in bars. Free taxi rides.

I'm too old to make drawings.

To my disappointment I now realized that to know all is not to forgive all. It is to despise everybody.

I don't believe in convention at all. I do what I have to do to stay alive.

I am a stereotype. I am an effeminate man.