I ask for so little.Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave

People are always throwing things at me that I've said and I say that I didn't mean anything.

What I do is I write mainly about very personal and rather lonely feelings, and I explore them in a different way each time. You know, what I do is not terribly intellectual. I'm a pop singer for Christ's sake. As a person, I'm fairly uncomplicated.

The minute you know you're on safe ground, you're dead.

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

Critics I don't understand. They get too intellectual. They're not very well-versed in street talk; it takes them longer to say it. So they have to do it in dictionaries and they take longer to say it.

Actually, my ambition at eight or nine years old was to be one of Little Richard's sax players, and that's when I got my first saxophone, a Selmer. It was a strange Bakelite material - that creamy plastic with all the gold keys on it. I had to get a job as a butcher's delivery boy to start paying for it.