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316 pages, Paperback
First published May 4, 1988

"Entering a new age, a silver age, I am excited about the future. I am suddenly wild about Andy. In a low tungsten key, he is amusing, even thrilling. I must seduce him. That is the only way to find out if he is real, if he is a man or just a silver-plated robot."
"...even here [at the Factory], it is a man's world - a gay man's world."
"Sex is so nothing...Sex is an illusion. The most exciting thing is not making it."
"Only in telephone sex, robot sex, computer sex, is there escape from ugliness and cruelty. Machine sex is the only kind left that is uncontaminated, antiseptic, clean, even a little mysterious. Let's not think about affection and tenderness - they are entirely beyond expectation."
"Viva is tall and very slim, with big blue eyes, fair skin, high cheekbones, frizzy, blondish hair, and a very personal style. Her allure is Garboesque.
"As soon as I see her, I know that she will be my chief competitor for Superstardom. She has the same reaction, for we constantly upstage one another. I die of jealousy each time I see her picture in the paper with Andy. Luckily Andy has two sides...I maneuver to be on Andy's right, for then my name will be first in the caption."
"I've never set much store by normality, but I've never actually met drug users before. I am both fascinated and repelled. I sense an enormous complicity of art, sex, and drugs...I am literally afraid of drugs and I don't want to share this part of the Factory action."
"The one thing that unites us all at the Factory is our urgent, overwhelming need to be noticed. Fame is the goal, rebellion the style, narcissism the aura for the superstars, demi-stars, half-stars, bad-stars, no-stars, men, women, cross-overs, over-sexed, de-sexed, switch-sexed, decadent, satanic denizens of Warhol's new utopia...
"If need be, I'll be crazier than the others, bolder, more daring, to keep eyes and cameras focused on me, me, me."
"Warhol is not interested in passion, I think, but the opposite. But what is the opposite? Indifference, frigidity, iciness."
"Years later I am to have a multitude of lovers, as I try to fill my endless need for love."
"I am both daring and timid. I love to smash rules, to amaze, to shock. But at the same time, I am often shy. I hesitate to speak up in a crowd. I rarely argue with people. This conflict between bravura and reticence persists all my life. I feel a duality in my nature."

"Ultra was popular with the press because she had a freak name, purple hair, an incredibly long tongue [ed: it's six inches long] and a mini-rap about the intellectual meaning of underground movies...she was as big a mystery to us as she was to everybody else."
"At the time I'm rather impressed with ['Chelsea Girls']. I see it as an epic of sorts, with Joycean overtones. (But when I see it years later at the Whitney Museum as part of a retrospective of all Andy's films, I can barely sit through its deliberate meaninglessness and self-indulgence.)"
"Andy's goal from the beginning has been fame and money."
"'The greatest art is making money,' he tells an interviewer."
"For all these years now, I've been trained to experience events of every kind in terms of headlines and photographs in the paper. Real emotions? Real feelings? They have been smothered by our obeisance to the media, warped by our need to strike a pose, smile, smile some more, whip out a witty retort."
"I think of the psychological and sociological devastation that we who proudly labeled ourselves the avant-garde have caused. I am overcome with guilt, with remorse."
"...I have to acknowledge that I participated in a movement that helped lay the basis for the explosion of hard-core pornography, drug pestilence, and the AIDS plague."
"Why did I ever invite him into my life? Why did I invest so much of my life in his? It seems incomprehensible to me now. Fame, Frenzy? To be at the most innermost in spot in the universe? But why? I will never really know."
"...[this] man [was] affianced to his tape recorder and married to his camera and [had] exiled love from his life as beyond his understanding..."
"...The affection I once felt for him - to the extent that affection for a person so deliberately plastic, robotic, and unreachable is possible - is draining away..."