I’m not trying to find another thing that’s wrong with me, but I’m such a nice person, and I have a couple of drinks and I’m really good fun and then I’m really not fun.
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.