I've been slagged off completely by the art world and I don't know whether fancy being slagged off by the literary world as well. It's just too much.

I've worked really hard. I've made three pieces of seminal art in my life. If I died tomorrow, I'd be remembered for making them. There are a lot of artists who, no matter how hard they work in their lives, will never make anything seminal.

There is no comparison between him and me; he developed a whole new way of making art and he's clearly in a league of his own. It would be like making comparisons with Warhol.

I thought it would be my one and only exhibition so I decided to call it My Major Retrospective.

I've got over so much. Mum wouldn't want anything to come into my life that would make me fragile again

What is truth? Truth doesn't really exist. Who is going to judge whether my experience of an incident is more valid than yours? No one can be trusted to be the judge of that.

Art is like a lover whom you run away from but who comes back and picks you up.