“I love you above all things, even pie.”

“Love them all," said Renoir. "That is the secret, young man. Love them all." The painter let go of his arm and shrugged. "Then, even if your paintings are shit, you will have loved them all.”

“And I was all, "Don't be gross, you crustacious fuck. You pull that thing out and I'll pepper-spray you until you fry." (You have to be stern with weenie waggers--I've been exposed to on the bus over seventeen times, so I know.)”

“After all the evidence is in--after you've run all the facts by everything you know--and you're still lost, you have to do some things on faith.”

“I love you, Lucien, but I am a muse, you are an artist, I am not here to make you comfortable.”

“I fear you may become a lonely man, even in the company of others.”

“I know that even now, having watched enough television, you probably won't even refer to them as lepers so as to spare their feelings. You probably call them 'parts-dropping-off challenged' or something.”