I think I quite desperately wanted to have that kind of special companionship [like marriage ] . . . a special relationship, yet I hid from it for many, many years and pretended to be cynical about it.

I can't keep my fingers out of any pies.

I woke up one day and realized I was a closet hetero

Turn and face the strange.

People got extremely comfortable with being able to turn on their television and see MTV say, "This guy's hot you should buy this record."

1961 was when I was really into clothes. I left school at 15 and started copying a bloke who used to go up on the train to London with me; Leslie, I think his name was. He was like, top mod of his own area. He wore Italian jackets with white linen jeans. Boy, was that cool! I mean, that's in style now - it's very much the L.A. look. But he was wearing it then, and it looked supercool.

People look to me to see what the spirit of the Seventies is.