Artistic credentials are au courant in the important business of being seen as cultured, elegant and, of course, stupendously rich.

Artists need a lot of collectors, all kinds of collectors, buying their art.

By and large, talent is in such short supply that mediocrity can be taken for brilliance rather more than genius can go undiscovered.

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.

I don't buy art just to make artists happy any more than I want to make them sad if I sell their work.

I find the theatre faintly embarrassing for the actors performing on stage. It seems rather showy-off in an undignified way.

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 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 aim in life isn't so much the pursuit of happiness as the happiness of pursuit.

My dark little secret is that I don't actually believe many people in the art world have much feeling for art.

There are no hidden depths to me.

Art collectors are pretty insignificant in the scheme of things. What matters and survives is the art. I buy art that I like. I buy it to show it off in exhibitions. Then, if I feel like it, I sell it and buy more art.

Few people in contemporary art demonstrate much curiosity. The majority spend their days blathering on, rather than trying to work out why one artist is more interesting than another, or why one picture works and another doesn't.

I don't know very many people in the art world, only socialise with the few I like, and have little time to gnaw my nails with anxiety about any criticism I hear about.

I don't like clothes shopping and trying on outfits in stuffy cubicles in men's shops, looking hideous in the wrap-round mirrors, is something I attempt as seldom as possible.

I hate to sound like a romantic adolescent, but I believe artists don't generally see art as a career choice; they simply can't overcome their desire to make art, and will live on little income for as long as they have to, before they start to sell their work - or give up and get a paying job.

I have made so many mistakes, and such really stupid ones, I would start blubbing away if I could remember even half of them. But do not dwell on cock-ups, I say. You don't learn by your mistakes - at least I don't - so best to blunder on making fresh ones.

I have spent too long being able to manipulate the answers I want from market research to rely upon its findings any more than I do weather forecasts.