“Of course I'm sane, when trees start talking to me, I don't talk back.”

“I don't mind you thinking I'm stupid, but don't talk to me like I'm stupid”

“And if You look, You look through Me. And when You talk, You talk at Me. And when I touch You, You don't feel anything”

“I'm very articulate when I wanna be. You wanna talk to me?”

“When I'm with him, I can feel myself getting better. It's like he's picking up broken pieces of me and putting me back together, and I don't even know he's doing it. We never talk about it. We don't go to therapy. He just loves me and that's enough.”

“Don't talk to me. I'm tired and grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you.”

“When I hear what we call music, it seems to me that someone is talking. And talking about his feelings, or about his ideas of relationships. But when I hear traffic, the sound of traffic — here on Sixth Avenue, for instance — I don't have the feeling that anyone is talking. I have the feeling that sound is acting. And I love the activity of sound... I don't need sound to talk to me.”

“I don't like talking. I don’t like people talking to me... Painting is silence.”

“I find I don't learn a lot while I'm talking”

“I don't talk to myself because I'm crazy."
"No?"
"I do it because I'm awesome.”