Sexuality and where it is going is an extraordinary question, for I don't see it going anywhere. It is with me, and that's it.

And I think my spaceship knows which way to go.

Some of us, I think, us small, pompous arty ones probably read too much George Steiner and kind of got the idea that we were entering to this kind of post-culture age and that we'd better do something postmodernist - quickly, before somebody else did.

Hey man, I gotta straighten my face. This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place.

I have to take total control myself. I can't let anybody else do anything, for I find that I can do things better for me. I don't want to get other people playing with what they think that I'm trying to do.

I'd rather stay here with all the madmen than perish with the sadmen roaming free.

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