I had a great deal of arrogance and a great deal of bravado, but I think the bravado was brought on by a huge insecurity.

When people hear the word “beautiful”, they expect something to be pretty. And for me that's not always necessarily the case, y'know.

Dresses, I find, are impractical in social situations, but I enjoy wearing them a great deal on stage.

I believe very strongly that when it comes to desire, when it comes to attraction, that things are never black and white, things are very much shades of grey.

I used to feel more straight for certain months and then just think about boys all the time I'm attracted to women who are very, very boyish. I'm not very big on big mammaries. I have a tendency to be attracted to very, very boyish girls. And usually very feminine men.

When every day became a hangover and when you look at yourself in the mirror and go 'I don't like how you're coming across to people.' and when every day just started to feel the same. After the 50th shag, it doesn't mean so much anymore.

Well, the real sex organ is between the ears, not between the legs