People try constantly to use me and I hate it.

For me, being an artist with a high profile is a good thing for art.

I don't ask for an apology because it's only tomorrow's fish-and-chip paper.

Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don't know. My whole body craves to be held. I am desperate to love and be loved. I want my mind to float into another's. I want to be set free from despair by the love I feel for another. I want to be physically part of someone else. I want to be joined. I want to be open and free to explore every part of them, as though I were exploring myself.

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.

People don't remember. Revenge is sweet.

I'm a terrible cook, but if I could cook, I would see that in art as well, it's how much creative energy you put into something.