Bully for you, chilly for me, got to get a raincheck on pain.

Syd Barrett of Pink Floyd was the first person in rock I had seen with makeup on. He wore black nail polish and lots of mascara and black eye shadow, and he was so mysterious. It was this androgynous thing I found absolutely fascinating.

There's a terror in knowing what the world is about

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

I wish myself to be a prop, if anything, for my songs. I want to be the vehicle for my songs. I would like to colour the material with as much visual expression as is necessary for that song.

My sexual nature is irrelevant. I'm an actor, I play roles, fragments of myself.

I'll paint you moments of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings.