The forties, seventies, and the nineties, when money was scarce, were great periods, when the art world retracted but it was also reborn.

When I criticize Joseph Beuys or Francis Bacon, nobody calls those opinions anti-male. Putting female artists or their subject matter off-limits is itself sexist and limiting.

There's something pleasing about large, well-lit spaces. I love that dealers are willing to take massive chances in order to give this much room to their artists. Most of all, I love that more galleries showing more art gives more artists a shot.

I've always said that an art critic can put aside politics around art.

I have a soft spot for art that, in terms of subject matter and material, is in bad taste.

Our culture now wonderfully, alchemically transforms images and history into artistic material. The possibilities seem endless and wide open.

There's a lot of hate mail from readers. There's hate mail, threats, stalkers... I think that I'm bulletproof every week when I've turned something in. I think, I'm a god.