People Try Constantly To Use Me And

There Is No Comparison Between Him And Me; He Developed A Whole New Way Of Making Art And He's Clearly In A League Of His Own. It Would Be Like Making Comparisons With Warhol.

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 Wheel That Squeaks Gets The Oil.

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

When I Think About Sex It Makes Me Realise How Alone I Feel.