New York was big enough and wide enough that it allowed for reasonably eccentric people like me to thrive. It was a perfect place for me.

People who go for humor are wonderful because they do great humor. People who go for wit and end up with humor are people who have made a mistake.

Taste has nothing to do with style.

Style and taste do not have anything to do with the other. It's the difference between wit and humor.

Beauty doesn't have anything to do with prettiness. Beauty has to do with something else; it gets into an area where words can't go.

Everybody thought New York was this hard, cruel place, and I found it to be an extraordinarily wonderful place filled with the most interesting people.

I was dyslexic as a child and it took me years to get passed that. I read a lot but it was hard and that didn't go away until my early-to-mid-twenties. So really what I was looking at were the photographs and the illustrations in magazines.