an artistic girl who will talk to me about all her likings, habits, quirks. Someone who likes to paint or dance or something, and wears sundresses all the time. I’d like that a lot; Just a girl who will fall in love with all my absurdities and listen to the dumb music that I write, who will go to museums with me, go on spur of the moment car rides with me, roll down hills with me. I’m so dumb for wanting a girl, but I just want to know what it would be like to meet a girl who’s in love with life and everything in it.
I’d prefer to remain a mystery. I never like to give my background and, anyway, I make it all up different every time I’m asked. It’s not just that it’s part of my image not to tell everything, it’s just that I forget what I said the day before and I have to make it all up over again. I don’t think I have an image, favorable or unfavorable. - Andy Warhol