I thought that young people had more problems than old people...Then I looked around and saw that everybody who looked young had young problems and that everybody who looked old had old problems.

They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.

The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do.

I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment.'

Don't think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it's good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.

Sometimes the little times you don't think are anything while they're happening turn out to be what marks a whole period of your life.

You have to do stuff that average people don't understand because those are the only good things.

I smoke pot because I want to go to heaven before I die

Fashion wasn't what you wore someplace anymore; it was the whole reason for going.

It’s not what you are that counts, it’s what they think you are.

Everyone will be famous for 15 minutes.

You stop talking about things when you’ve worked them out. You’re no longer an observer but a participant. You’re too busy for this bullshit.

Life's nycer when it's Naughtie!

You need to get all the information that is related to the work that the Lord has called you to do.

When the eye wakes up to see again, it suddenly stops taking anything for granted.

All life is temporary Why worry about anything that's only temporary

The only thing worse than a crappy TV show which Paddy Chayevsky couldn't have conceived in his worst nightmare is two megacorps fighting over who thought of the crappy show first.

You want an Open title by your name. To finally get it, even though it's a Senior Open, I still regard it as a very high honor.

The best wine comes from home, wherever it is.

In many parts of the world, more people have access to a mobile device than to a toilet or running water...

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?