I'm Not Trying To Find Another Thing

I've Always Said If I Could Own One Piece It Would Be Vermeer's The Love Letter, And If I Could Put It Anywhere It Would Be In A David Chipperfield Building. I'm Almost There With The Building - Chipperfield Is Building A New House For Me In London. The Vermeer Is A Long Way Off.

Most People Don't Do Something Seminal. I've Done It Twice: With My Tent And My Bed. Picasso Did It With Cubism.

The Soul Will Always Do What It Needs To Do.

Criticism On My Works Is Like This: You've Worked Hard All Of Your Life, You Went To Oxford, And You've Done This And That, And You're An Art Critic. Your Job Is To Unravel The "secret" Or Whatever, And You Come Across An Entity Like Me. It's Going To Piss You Off. Because There's No Great Secret, What You See Is What You Get, And Anyone Can Understand What I'm Doing. So, It's Almost Like I Make This Critic-person Redundant, Just By My Attitude, And They Resent Me For That.

Because Of The Amount Of Press Attention, People Went To See This Dirty Bed, As If It Was A Freak Show. But When They Got There, They Saw Something Else - The Bed, Stuff On The Walls, Whatever. For The Tate, It's The Highest Attendance They Ever Received For The Turner Prize Show. There Was A Massive Queue, And When You Got Into My Bit, You Couldn't Move.