I stopped painting in 1990 at the peak of my success just to deny people my beautiful paintings. And I did it out of spite.

I do not want my new works to be generated in a market or audience of any kind.

I never apologized for anything in my life. The only thing I'm sorry about is putting a curse on Roger Ebert's colon. If a fat pig like Roger Ebert doesn't like my movie, then I'm sorry for him.

My parents were dishonest people. If it was my birthday, I knew my mother took me to the K-Mart and she stole my toy. She'd put it in the shopping cart and we'd walk out. I was raised with that.

If I gain support, the support doesn't seem to mean anything. It's not like anyone really cares about me.

I am available to all women - all women who can afford me, that is.

My parents took an interest in nothing, at home no books, no records. My mother and my father are the emblem of indifference, dryness and bad taste. My father is also terribly stingy, in life as well as in feelings: I have never seen him filling up the bathtub.