You know, one of the only times I ever wrote about art was the obituary of Warhol that I did for the Village Voice.

Warhol's images made sense to me, although I knew nothing at the time of his background in commercial art. To be honest, I didn't think about him a hell of a lot.

I only ever worked on interiors, and an interior is an interior. I don't know what they did about exteriors.

Do you know why language manifests itself the way it does in my work? It's because I understand short attention spans.

Teaching at university isn't like teaching in an art school.

Andy Warhol is the only genius I've ever known with an I.Q. of 60.