My father worked for a children's home called Dr. Barnardo's Homes. They're a charity.

It's almost a social grace to get into the art world, and I'm very wary of it. Art was good in Berlin in the late '70s - there was a lot more guts to art when the Neo-Expressionists were starting up; it was real slapdash; it has real heart to it - but it seems so cold and heartless in America. It's a buyer's market.

I went through all the musicians in my life who I admire as bright, intelligent, virtuosic players.

I can ask for cigarettes in every language

I'm a born librarian with a sex drive.

We were terribly excited, and I think we took it on our shoulders that we were creating the 21st century in 1971. That was the idea. And we wanted to just blast everything in the past, rather like the vorticists did at the beginning of the century in the Britain or the dadaists did Europe, you know. It was the same sensibility of everything is rubbish, and all rubbish is wonderful.

If you come from art, you'll always be art.