I think that my fascination with clothes generally was motivated by trying to create the characters for the stage.

I wanted to rewrite how rock music was perceived.

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?

There's a schizoid streak within the family anyway so I dare say that I'm affected by that. The majority of the people in my family have been in some kind of mental institution, as for my brother he doesn't want to leave. He likes it very much.

They're the salt of the earth, those girls. They don't sit each night and compare notes on groups, criticising lyrics, asking if it's valid. They just play the record... yeah, and maybe they dance. I love them. I love them dearly

Hitler was the first superstar.

Every time I've made a radical change it's helped me feel buoyant as an artist