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

I feel like my career has always been a series of collisions and accidents. Being in the right place at the right time. Having the right haircut. It's so mad to think that it happened in the way that it happened.

Someone once said a cynic is just a disappointed romantic. That really, really sums me up.

I absolutely admit I had him in the handcuffs so he wouldn't go anywhere while I checked the computer... I certainly wasn't going to kill him. That's hardly going to do my career any good, is it?

Leigh [Bowery] would create fake guest lists and put the most ridiculous names on them - Joan Collins, or really naff soap stars who would never grace the door of Taboo.

You have to eat at a certain time and eat properly.

Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.