I Always Write Well In New York.

The Truth Is Of Course Is That There Is No Journey. We Are Arriving And Departing All At The Same Time.

They [people] Mistake Fashion For Style.

I Don't Think I Did Anything That My Contemporaries Didn't; It Was Just That I Was The Only One Who Talked About It. In The Sixties Anyone Who Had A Sense Of Style Seemed To Be Gay. I Wanted To Indentify With That.

Ironically, Style Doesn't Come Even Closely Related To Fashion. It's Got Nothing To Do [with Clothes].

Would You Carry A Razor, In Case, Just In Case Of Depression?