I don't buy art just to make artists happy any more than I want to make them sad if I sell their work.
There are no hidden depths to me.
By and large, talent is in such short supply that mediocrity can be taken for brilliance rather more than genius can go undiscovered.
Artistic credentials are au courant in the important business of being seen as cultured, elegant and, of course, stupendously rich.
I find the theatre faintly embarrassing for the actors performing on stage. It seems rather showy-off in an undignified way.
My aim in life isn't so much the pursuit of happiness as the happiness of pursuit.
I have asked to have no funeral, and no memorial service. I hate other people's and would certainly not appreciate my own.
I have never cared enough about money to worry about spending it, and have been fortunate to make enough to be spoiled rotten.
I can't write. I can handle bits of simple-minded advert copy or a poster slogan, so answering questions is about all I'm good for.
Artists need a lot of collectors, all kinds of collectors, buying their art.
I spoil my children rotten and hope to leave them enough so they can do the same to theirs.
Many people cycle or swim to keep trim. But if swimming is so good for the figure, how do you explain whales?
My dark little secret is that I don't actually believe many people in the art world have much feeling for art.
