If there was a little room somewhere in the British Museum that contained only about twenty exhibits and good lighting, easy chairs, and a notice imploring you to smoke, I believe I should become a museum man.

I go to museums. I buy art, even. You should see my house; we don’t have any wall space left.

I might want to open a hotel and design all the rooms. Or maybe a museum that lets me curate all the events

I went to the museum where they had all the heads and arms from the statues that are in all the other museums.

Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.