Good Press, Bad Press, Whatever,

I've Lost Lots Of Men In My Life, Besides My Mother, Which Is A Whole Different Loss.

I Don't Think Anything Can Prepare You For One's Losses.

It Got To The Point Where I Started Hiding Because I Didn't Want To Be Photographed. (on Living With Robert Mapplethorpe)

I Gave You A Wrist Watch, Baby, And You Wouldn't Even Give Me The Time Of Day.

I Started Resenting How Much Art Robs From Life. I'd Go To A Party And I Couldn't Enjoy Myself, Even Sexually. All I Could Think Was How I Was Going To Reinvent The Experience Into A Piece Of Art.