"He ensures that the studio high in his Kensington property is warm, and there is often a rich aroma of game roasting down in the kitchen for succulent meals, washed down with champagne, during the breaks. From time to time he will approach the sitter, unnervingly close, centimetres away from the face. He has remarked of his sitters: "I'm interested in them as animals."

One says it's like being at the dentist. Sometimes he works in silence; at other times he chatters. Tilley says that sometimes he loses his temper when things are going wrong and shouts out "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!", whacking the paintbrush across his thigh."

~ Face to face with Freud.