Your legs were heaven, your breasts were the alter, your body was the holy land.

They wanted to know why I did what I did. Well, sir I guess there's just meanness in the world.

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Or is it something worse?

You can't start a fire without a spark

I think I created my particular stage persona out of my dad's life. And perhaps I even built it to suit him to some degree. I was looking for - when I was looking for a voice to mix with my voice, I put on my father's work clothes, as I say in the book, and I went to work.

Sometimes, at night you could hear the whole damn city crying.

I'm a synthesist. I'm always making music. And I make a lot of different kinds of music all the time. Some of it gets finished and some of it doesn't.