I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They’re beautiful. Everybody’s plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
I get so tired of painting. I’ve been trying to give it up all the time, if we could just make a living out of movies or the newspaper business or something. It’s so boring, painting the same picture over and over.
I can’t remember my dreams more than a couple of seconds after I wake up. It’s frustrating because sometimes I dream that I’m watching a really good movie.
New York restaurants are about selling atmospheres.
I never understand how the lipstick business goes on because lipstick lasts forever.
History books are being re-written all the time.
And the fascination I experienced was probably very close to a certain kind of love.
She had a poignantly vacant, vulnerable quality that made her a reflection of everybody’s private fantasies.
Buying is much more American than thinking.
I really do live for the future, because when I’m eating a box of candy, I can’t wait to taste the last piece. I don’t even taste any of the other pieces, I just want to finish and throw the box away and not have to have it on my mind any more. I would rather either have it now or know I’ll never have it so I don’t have to think about it.
People do tend to avoid new realities; they’d rather just add details to the old ones. It’s as simple as that.
I like money on the wall. Say you were going to buy a $200,000 painting. I think you should take that money, tie it up, and hang it on the wall. Then when someone visited you the first thing they would see is the money on the wall.
I really don’t care that much about ‘Beauties’. What I really like are Talkers.
Went to Studio 54 where there was a birthday party for the black star on Saturday Night Live who’s just signed to do a movie with Paramount. Eddie Murphy.
We went into the lunchroom and then the monk read something for twenty minutes while we ate our lunch – sour apple cider and lentil soup which tasted like canned to me but when I said so everyone just looked at me like I’m crazy, but – I think I know my soup.
You always liked disasters. You liked Grease II.
I see art in everything. Your shoes. That car. This coffee cup. It’s art if you see it as art.
I could have told her that if something is disappointing I know it’s not nothing because nothing is not disappointing.
I went over to Regine’s to interview Michael Jackson of the Jackson 5. He’s very tall now, but he has a really high voice. He had a big guy with him, maybe a bodyguard and the girl from The Wiz.
I see art in everything. Your shoes. That car. This coffee cup. It’s art if you see it as art. The best art are those dime novels. People will put those books in a museum one day. Artists will make paintings of them. They’re beautiful. And for everyone. That’s how I want my art to be.
Scripts bore me. It’s much more exciting not to know what’s going to happen.