My lips, I've used collagen. I line my lips with collagen.
A philistine is habitually bored and looks for things that won't bore him. An artist finds things boring, but is never bored.
My unconscious knows more about the consciousness of the psychologist than his consciousness knows about my unconscious.
There is no more unfortunate creature under the sun than a fetishist who yearns for a woman's shoe and has to settle for the whole woman.
So-called psychoanalysis is the occupation of lustful rationalists who trace everything in the world to sexual causes--with the exception of their occupation.
If something is stolen from you, don't go to the police. They're not interested. Don't go to a psychologist either, because he's interested in only one thing: that it was really you who did the stealing.
Sexuality poorly repressed unsettles some families; well repressed, it unsettles the whole world.
One has children in the expectation of dying before them. In fact, you want to make damn sure you die before them, just as you plant a tree or build a house knowing, hoping that it will outlive you. That's how the human species has done as well as it has.
Our love of art is often quite temporary, dependent upon our moods, and our love of art is subservient to our demand for a positive self-image. How we look at art should account for those imperfections and work around them.
Almost any seat was comfortable at one-sixth of a gravity.
I had an instinct before and maybe now I don't have that instinct as much as knowing what to do, what shots to hit, where to place the ball, things like that.