Everybody writes about love and cheating and heartbreak. We've done all that.

I am a troubadour, a wandering minstrel.

When I was dressed as a clown in all that make-up I used to shed pounds every night and got agonising kidney stones because I was sweating so much.

My hair is massive and fills the mirror.

I like my face. It's cheeky - dare I say, Chaplinesque.

I've typical singer's jowls, a bit fat and soggy. If I was really vain, I would have a nip and tuck, but the knife isn't an exciting prospect.

I never know what I'm going to put on the canvas. The canvas paints itself. I'm just the middleman.

Great art is never produced for its own sake. It is too difficult to be worth the effort.

An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.

Contrary to general belief, an artist is never ahead of his time but most people are far behind theirs.

Art ought never to be considered except in its relations with its ideal beauty.

Most art is fragile and some should be placed and never moved away.