People Try Constantly To Use Me And

I Don't Ask For An Apology Because It's Only Tomorrow's Fish-and-chip Paper.

I Am Fiercely Independent And I Probably Wouldn't Be If It Wasn't For The Way In Which I Was Brought Up

I Know People Went To Laugh At My Bed And To Jeer At It. Still, At Least They Actually Went To See It.

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.

The People In Miami Are So Different From Anywhere Else I've Been In America. They're So Down To Earth, Really Friendly, And Quite Self-effacing, With A Good Sense Of Humor. I'm Not Saying Other Parts Of America Don't Have A Sense Of Humor, But Miami Maybe Has To Have A Really Good Sense Of Humor For Lots Of Different Reasons, And It Works. It Works For Me.