Some people in the art world bemoan the hedge fund millionaires spending freely to acquire ostentatious displays of wealth and coolth for their giddily chic designer duplexes. Others bemoan art being treated as a commodity. But most of the bemoaning is because the art world is stuffed full of bemoaners, bemoaning about everything.

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 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.

I developed acne when I was about 19, at the beginning of my modeling career. I didn't have the huge cystic-type of acne, but a lot of little bumps all over my face. They were small, but you could see them in photographs. You can't have acned skin and work as a model.

My career strategy has never been the most important thing; my conscience is.

It's hard because, throughout your whole career, you're known as the top player, the best on your team, you're playing the most minutes, and then you might not get in the game. You don't know when you're going to get in the game.

Let's talk about the Gas Company because this is my favorite job.