I never sat down and decided to make work about life and death. It just all comes out of my head like water pouring out of a jug.

I don't really want to tell jokes about trivia; I'd kind of rather tell jokes about things like life and death.

I guess I just always want to surprise myself and say something that I'm not really quite sure where it came from, and it sort of makes sense and has a kind of profundity to it. Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't.

I feel quite comfortable and happy with making a work that looks like it could have been made by somebody else.

I think people are quite surprised that the handwriting I use in my drawings and paintings is my own handwriting. They're slightly shocked when I write them a letter.

If the work jells a little bit in terms of being placed in the oeuvre, I don't care - as long as it works.

I guess I must just be obsessed with death. Apparently you think about it a lot more as you get older. Maybe you could chart how when I was in my 20s I talked about sex all the time, and in my 40s it's just death.