When I'm left on my own I'm my own worst enemy.

I had a fiery affair with George Harrison's wife, Pattie Boyd.

My real self is probably more creative and more frightening than any sort of drink or drug-induced state.

It's taken folk a while to come around, hasn't it? Even the boys in the band weren't too sure about the whole art thing. They just wanted me to concentrate on the music. But they respect it now.

Amazing, the poisons I used to put in my body. I used to love it.

I go off into Dublin and two days later I'm spotted walking by the Liffey with a whole bunch of new friends.

When I get intimate with my paintings, it's a real good spiritual thing to get off my chest. Same as playing the instruments is a great release.