Over and over I'm on the point of giving it up.

I owe it all to art books, chocolate and young men.

My life is full of mistakes. They're like pebbles that make a good road.

You can't change the world, you can only change yourself.

I, who wanted danger, adventure, and love

Very few people know how to work. Inspiration, everybody has inspiration. That's just hot air.

Certainly I was relatively a refined person. No way a tramp.

And then, of course, most potters, they go in for earth tones and subdued things, and I like color.

The second time I was there I met Marcel Duchamp, and we immediately fell for each other. Which doesn't mean a thing because I think anybody who met Marcel fell for him.

I happen to believe that there is an afterlife

A rich poet from Harvard has no sense in his mind, except the aesthetic.

The matters we or the world might consider trivial, He cares about and wants to remedy. He longs to relieve our worries and has promised to supply our most fundamental needs.

Humanity must need to continue because humanity is about humans and humans are nothing without humanity.

What if two people want to be your partner, then what?

Every medicine is vain.

The expression of vanity and self-love becomes less offensive, when it retains something of simplicity and frankness.

Tricks and treachery are the practice of fools, that don't have brains enough to be honest.

Sometimes I still don't know if I'm prepared to go through the entire season, dealing with the different personalities, the crowds, the politics.

Adrian: I can visit people in their dreams. Christian: Stop. I can feel there is a comment coming on about how women already dream about you. I just ate, you know.

My mother paid eight dollars a month for rent. When she had it. Mostly we were evicted, because she couldnt afford to pay the eight dollars a month.

Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.