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

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.

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.

I don't drink any coffee or take any drugs and I don't smoke cigarettes and I don't eat sugar and I don't take any medicine at all. I eat a lot of fish, vegetables, and I stay away from starches.

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

I'm the happiest the saddest guy in the world can be.

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.