Sometimes I Feel Lonely, But It's Ok

I've Got Over So Much. Mum Wouldn't Want Anything To Come Into My Life That Would Make Me Fragile Again

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.

The Idea That I'm Going To Have To Sit Down To Write Some Fiction Where I'm Going To Have To Think Of A Plot Would Really Scare Me, Because It Would Come Out A Mess.

When I Think About Sex It Makes Me Realise How Alone I Feel.

Criticism On My Works Is Like This: You've Worked Hard All Of Your Life, You Went To Oxford, And You've Done This And That, And You're An Art Critic. Your Job Is To Unravel The "secret" Or Whatever, And You Come Across An Entity Like Me. It's Going To Piss You Off. Because There's No Great Secret, What You See Is What You Get, And Anyone Can Understand What I'm Doing. So, It's Almost Like I Make This Critic-person Redundant, Just By My Attitude, And They Resent Me For That.