The only time that I've adopted characterization again since that point, for my own albums, has been an album called "Outside" that I did with Brian Eno.

Syd Barrett of Pink Floyd was the first person in rock I had seen with makeup on. He wore black nail polish and lots of mascara and black eye shadow, and he was so mysterious. It was this androgynous thing I found absolutely fascinating.

As you get older, the questions come down to about two or three. How long? And what do I do with the time I've got left?

Look up here, I'm in heaven.

In my madness I see your face in mine.

All art is unstable. Its meaning is not necessarily that implied by the author. There is no authoritative voice. There are only multiple readings.

I've come to the realisation that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing half the time...