Reed doesn’t care. If the world never spoke of the Velvets again, he would probably be happy. Or mad. Or uptight. Or indifferent. Whatever it is that he already is. This is the problem with Reed, and has been since the electroshock therapy days: No one really knows what to do with him. At once pretentious and humble, uncaring and epiphanic, faggy and rough, rock ‘n’ roll’s most famous junkie keeps breaking molds.

I don’t trust anyone who can listen to “Heroin” or “Dirty Blvd.” or “Street Hassle” and not fucking love Lou Reed

quote via salon.com.