Sometimes you stumble across a few chords that put you in a reflective place.

Who'll love Aladdin Sane? Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise.

I spent so much time in my bedroom. It really was my entire world. I had books up there, my music up there, my record player. Going from my world upstairs out onto the street, I had to pass through this no-man's-land of the living room, you know, and out the front hall.

People don't get a chance to think, "Why am I a consumer?" Because the decisions come at them so fast and furiously, they're not [even] given time to think, I am a consumer.

I think music should be tarted up, made into a prostitute, a parody of itself. It should be the clown, the Pierrot medium.

I don't expect the human race to progress in too many areas. However, having a child with an ear infection makes one hugely grateful for antibiotics.

Money goes to money heaven, body goes to body hell.