No, I've never cared for his work. Too scented.

Work is the curse of the drinking classes.

An Assyrian wax statue, effeminate, but with the vitality of twenty men.

Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.

No original Gauguins were to be seen in Australia, for post-impressionism was officially thought to be the vulgar effusion of five-thumbed lunatics.

They shouldn't even be considered. I don't know, man, they got a couple of hit songs, a catchy groove, great beat, I give them a 0.

For me he's just a hoax. It's empty. It's not interesting. It's dead. Citizen Kane, which I have a copy of - is all the critics' darling, always at the top of …