A lot of people call you a feminist painter.What indeed, I say. I hate party lines, I hate ghettos. Anyway. I'm too old to have invented it and you're too young to understand it, so what's the point of discussing it at all?

In contemporary parlance, sex is biological and gender is socially constructed.

Either people walk round dressed as chickens or they listen to Beethoven.

We think that if we can label a thing we have understood it.

Probably a crab would be filled with a sense of personal outrage if it could hear us class it without ado or apology as a crustacean, and thus dispose of it. 'I am no such thing,' it would say; 'I am MYSELF, MYSELF alone.'

Only the human mind invents categories and tries to force facts into separated pigeonholes.

Knowledge is one. Its division into subjects is a concession to human weakness.

For most men life is a search for a proper manilla envelope in which to get themselves filed.