“Summers there are awful! Winters there are awful! Why do you stay? You ought to run away! Hop a train! Stow away on a bus!What am I saying? You could just buy yourself a ticket.It would be interesting to talk to you if you did it the other way, though.We could compare scars and bruises.It might be fun.”

“I would quit while you’re ahead. Really. It’s an awful field. Just torture. Awful. You write and you write, and you have to throw almost all of it away because it’s not any good. I would say just stop now. You don’t want to do this to yourself. That’s my advice to you.”

“Why do you do these things to yourself? Not just what you did to the window, but the way you talked to Clary. What are you punishing yourself for? You can't help how you feel.”

“Do the other kids make fun of you? For how you talk?''Sometimes.''So why don't you do something about it? You could learn to talk differently, you know.'But this is my voice. How would you be able to tell when I was talking?”

“We could run away. I'd stay with you.”

“Interviewer: “Andy do you feel that the public has insulted your art?”Andy Warhol: “Uh no.”I: “Why not?”AW: “Uh well I hadn’t thought about it.”I: “It doesn’t bother you at all then?”AW: “Uh no.”I: “Well do you think that they have shown a lack of appreciation for what pop art means?”AW: “Uh no.”I: “Andy do you think that pop art has sort of reached the point where it’s becoming repetitious now?”AW: “Uh yes.”I: “Do you think it should break away from being pop art?”AW: “Uh no.”I: “Are you just going to carry on?”AW: “Uh yes.”