Damien Hirst is the Elvis of the English art world, its ayatollah, deliverer, and big-thinking entrepreneurial potty-mouthed prophet and front man. Hirst synthesizes punk, Pop Art, Jeff Koons, Marcel Duchamp, Francis Bacon, and Catholicism.
I'm a long way from being a Damien Hirst.
My friends are all megalomaniacs - from Damien Hirst to Jack Nicholson - all of them.
I think that Damien Hirst putting a shark in a bath of formaldehyde is nothing.
When art is defined by Damien Hirst and Jeff Koons, you've got a society that's impoverished.
Take Damien Hirst out of contemporary art history, and there's an incredible void. Great artists, like great people, have second acts.
Damien Hirst knows how to drive super-fast cars... I love my bicycle.
I have a Damien Hirst spot painting which I love. It has pride of place over my dining-room table.
If I go to London, everyone wants to talk about Damien Hirst. I'm just not interested in him. Never have been.
I love Damien Hirst. I respect his work a great deal, and I am happy that the polka dots I started using have become a symbol of love and peace around the world with everybody joining hands to use them in this way.
I always feel a bit trapped when a painting goes for millions of pounds and only one person can have it. If you can have that as well as a poster on every student's wall, then you're in a very enviable position. I'd like to do a Damien Hirst for £500 at some point.
Whenever I've been well-known or hitting the press, I've always had to get my credit card out to prove I'm Damien Hirst.
I'm a massive fan of Brit Art in general and Damien Hirst in particular. I think he's an absolute genius and should be celebrated in every way.
I am more respectful of the parasocial relationship of myself and my fans than anything Damien Hirst does between himself and his collectors.
I've had laser eye surgery and I don't wear glasses any more, so people just go, 'You're not Damien Hirst.' I don't get recognized on the street.
Damien Hirst's Mother and Child Divided (1993) is a work which can at first glance be read as nothing more than two brutally severed carcasses. "A freak show" was how the art critic of the Sunday Telegraph responded to its presentation in the Turner Prize in 1995. For me, the undoubted shock, even disgust provoked by the work is part of its appeal. Art should be transgressive. Life is not all sweet.