Success is a worn down pencil.

There was something about the self-confession and self-confusion of Abstract expressionism - as though the man and the work were the same - that personally always put me off because at that time my focus was in the opposite direction.

A pair of socks is no less suitable to make a painting with than wood, nails, turpentine, oil and fabric.

And I think that even today, New York still has more of this unexpected quality around every corner than any place else. It's something quite extraordinary

I got so I was really just sick of sculpture.

Every time I've moved, my work has changed radically.

I don't like masterpieces having one-night stands in collectors' homes between auctions.