I just think my body can't handle it any more. I did try a little drink a while back, and I was actually physically ill. I went into an immediate depression, and felt awful, just dreadful. So that's it. I'm over it now.

Let's face it: I paint well. I know it, you know it. There's no arguing really, is there?

I have been rich, and I have been broke. Some of it is my fault for choosing bad management and making bad investments. But that is life - we all take risks.

I'm terrible with money, absolutely awful. I'm always losing it.

All my life there's always been an ex-wife or a girlfriend.

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.

I find it hard to get old and hard to say, 'No.'