It was my sensual excessiveness that jarred him [Jasper Johns.] He was always an intellectual. He read a lot, he wrote poetry – he would read Hart Crane's poems to me, which I loved but didn't have the patience to read myself – and he was often critical of things like my grammar. But you don't let a thing like that bother you if you have only two or three real friends.
p. 119 - Off the Wall: Robert Rauschenberg and the Art world of Our Time, 1980