I used to find myself goofed out in the street on drugs. And I had such a bad problem with addiction at the time that I didn't mind. I was dealing cocaine and shooting up a lot of cocaine. And that's not a good space to be in.

Sometimes the crowd is the madness - at others it's the absence of the crowd that is.

The fictional work is a kind of actor that wears a satirical garb but can put on other costumes as well.

The future continues to preoccupy me as a reliable source of hopes, fears and anxieties, but increasingly the present seems to have no outstanding qualities of its own, being merely a way-station through which events travel to the vast shadow lands of the past.

Lust was a positive high-tension cable, plugged into my core, activating a near-epileptic seizure of conviction that this was the one thing I had to do in life.

As far as I can see, the history of experimental art in the twentieth century is intimately bound up with the experience of intoxification.

A party full of 'likeable' people doesn't bear contemplating.