Everything I think in life is about context and intention.

After half an hour the drug hit me like a sensuous tidal wave. I turned into a tactile temptress and wanted to stroke the whole world. It gave me untold confidence.

Gay unions, what is that about? I haven't been invited to any ceremonies, and I wouldn't go anyway. The idea that gay people have to mimic what obviously doesn't work for straight people any more... I think is a bit tragic. I am looking forward to gay divorces.

I think we grow into ourselves. And unfortunately we do it in the spotlight, so when we make mistakes, everybody knows about it.

Drugs became an obsession, like Culture Club had been, like religion later became although I'm through with that now.

The Taboo crowd was certainly less precious. They were happy to end up in a pile of vomit and booze at the end of the night. It was antifashion, in a sense. They were just as obsessive as the New -Romantics but they acted like they didn't care.

Madonna is a "living, breathing cash register."