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

I have hardly any friends who aren't gay

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

I've never been married because, first of all, I don't think I've ever seriously been asked by anyone who I wanted to marry. [...] And also I'm monogamous.

I feel physically ill if I don't make work, I don't create. I don't feel very good. I don't feel right, I feel wrong.

I know people went to laugh at my bed and to jeer at it. Still, at least they actually went to see it.

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.