The essence of pop stardom is immaturity - a wretched little pseudo-musical gift, a development of the capacity to shock, a short-lived notoriety, extreme depression, a yielding to the suicidal impulse.

Immortality makes sense only when the individual soul can be thought of as merging into a great collective mush of sainthood. If we take anything with us into the next world, it is not what survives in the memories of our relicts.

But, brothers, this biting of their toe-nails over what is the CAUSE of badness is what turns me into a fine laughing malchick. They don't go into what is the cause of GOODNESS, so why of the other shop?

It's always good to remember where you come from and celebrate it. To remember where you come from is part of where you're going.

I think art is sublimated libido. You can’t be a eunuch priest, and you can’t be a eunuch artist.

Bath twice a day to be really clean, once a day to be passably clean, once a week to avoid being a public menace.

A word in a dictionary is very much like a car in a mammoth motor show - full of potential but temporarily inactive.