[While] my life started taking on all the problems of addiction. So that took me off into an area where relationships were absolutely impossible to handle on any real level. . . . Even communicating with other people was impossible.

When I was 9 years old, I wanted to be the baritone sax player in the Little Richard band.

There's a starman waiting in the sky, he'd like to come and meet us, but he thinks he'd blow our minds.

My father worked for a children's home called Dr. Barnardo's Homes. They're a charity.

Listen to me, don't listen to me. Talk to me, don't talk to me.

I'm English. I can't accept happiness that easily. There's got to be a trick in there somewhere.

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.