“Two holes in the arc of the diaphragm muscle, pierced both right and left as the bullet crossed through Warhol’s body; an oesophagus severed from the stomach, so that food and gastric acid were spilling out from below; a liver whose left lobe was mashed and bleeding and a spleen utterly destroyed and spilling more blood than any of the other organs. [The] bullet had also cut a ragged hole in Warhol’s intestines, releasing faeces, and upping the chances of fatal infection.”

“Why don’t you ask my assistant Gerry Malanga some questions? He did a lot of my paintings.”

At a party in the late sixties, a drunken de Kooning said to Warhol, “You’re a killer of art, you’re a killer of beauty, you’re even a killer of laughter.”

"I hate paintings"

"Always leave them wanting less"