For me, the safest place is out on a limb.

I'd like to introduce someone who has just come into my life. I've admired him for 35 years. He's someone who represents integrity, honesty, art, and on top of that stuff I'm actually sleeping with him.

You know when you eat too many sweets and get diabetes? Paparazzi are the diabetes of materialistic culture.

I don't do like diva trips and stuff.

Fear makes strangers of people who would be friends.

Why do people have to love people anyway?

New York was the only city I knew in the world where you could be desperately lonely at nine in the morning, crossing the street for a bagel at Gristede's, and find that seven hours later you were drinking Irish coffee at P.J. Clarke's with all the friends you had inherited along the way.