The words went round and round and round in my mind and my body, until I knew they were no longer my words but something that had been carved into my heart. And now my soul was crying.
All the mistakes I’ve ever made in my life have been when I’ve been drunk. I haven’t made hardly any mistakes sober, ever, ever.
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.
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.
People try constantly to use me, and I hate it.
I thought it would be my one and only exhibition, so I decided to call it My Major Retrospective.
All the people in the late ’80s and early ’90s were really hell-bent on doing something for themselves, and they wouldn’t take no for an answer. There was a lot of determination, and I was definitely part of that way of thinking.
Strolling on the plateau of life, desperate for the mountain, I never thought that I would get this far. It’s only art that has carried me through, given me faith in my own existence. But now I am approaching a point in my life where I desire more...
It’s my memory, and what happened between that moment 10 or 15 years ago and now, there’s a lot of gray area.
One thing that success has taught me is censorship.
I have hardly any friends who aren’t gay.
The wheel that squeaks gets the oil.
My mum has never wanted me to have children. She thinks I would be destroying my life, even now.
I found that life has to be edited to continue.
I don’t ask for an apology because it’s only tomorrow’s fish-and-chip paper.
Theres different kinds of love, and Id never experienced that kind of totally platonic love. All the love Ive experienced has always been a kind of deal, and now, as I get older, I realise that theres this other love out there.
It wasn’t so much destroying my dancing, it was destroying me.
I am fiercely independent and I probably wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for the way in which I was brought up.
Sometimes I feel lonely, but it’s ok.
If I didn’t want to work for a couple of years, I wouldn’t have to-it’s a great feeling, to know I’m doing it because I want to do it.
Dreams don’t have time. Neither does sleep, nor death. That’s why it is sometimes good to wear a watch.