When I Think About Sex It Makes

When I Am Ill Or Upset He Jumps Up On To The Bed To Curl Up Close Beside Me. But If I Am In Bed With A Hangover He Will Have Nothing To Do With Me.

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.

I've Never Been Married Because, First Of All, I Don't Think I've Ever Seriously Been Asked By Anyone Who I Wanted To Marry. [...] And Also I'm Monogamous.

I Have Hardly Any Friends Who Aren't Gay

All The People In The Late '80s And Early '90s Were Really Hell-bent On Doing Something For Themselves, And They Wouldn't Take No For An Answer. There Was A Lot Of Determination, And I Was Definitely Part Of That Way Of Thinking.