You know, something happened to me when I became 70. I started to feel a tremendous love for the human race, and life and this planet, the universe, the whole shebang.

The universe is a space bigger than all of us we are part of.

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

Art is my life and my life is art.

Think of the Earth as a turning point in eternity. Think of the Earth as a meeting point in infinity.

Artists and musicians of the Sixties were definitely into clothes.

I wonder why men get serious at all. They have this delicate, long thing hanging outside their bodies which goes up and down by its own will. If I were a man I would always be laughing at myself.