I do like to live in other people's homes. I enjoy being a guest. I am an inexpensive guest. When one lives in another's home he can enter into the psychic kingdom of that person.
In London, the weather would affect me negatively. I react strongly to light. If it is cloudy and raining, there are clouds and rain in my soul.
If we reduce social life to the smallest possible unit we will find that there is no social life in the company of one.
I write for a certain sphere of readers in the United States who on average watch seven and a half hours of multichannel television per day.
I look back into past history, the stored experiences or products of the imagination. I look no further forward than the evening.
It is not sex by itself that interests me, but its particular role in American consciousness, and in my own life.
Take a look at the books other people have in their homes.
I collect human relationships very much the way others collect fine art.
I am inspired by human sexuality. The act itself is mechanical and holds little interest to me.
I don't fret over lost time - I can always use the situations in a novel.
It is possible to stand around with a cocktail in one's hand and talk with everyone, which means with no one.
Mapplethorpe presented the body as a sexual object, separating it from the humanity of the person. He added nothing to photography as a medium. I hold his work in low regard.
Physical comfort has nothing to do with any other comfort.
The planned sit-down reception is an artificial forum where one is presented with a limited number of persons with whom he can hold a conversation.
The principle of art is to pause, not bypass.