You go through stages where you wonder whether you are Christ, or just looking for him.

I had a fantasy that i'd drift up to Scotland and spend my life as a faux bodhisattua.

I have absolutely no interest in rock and roll. I'm just being David Bowie. Mick Jagger is rock and roll. I mean, I go out and my music is roughly the format of rock and roll, I use the chord changes of rock and roll, but I don't feel I'm a rock and roll artist. I'd be a terrible rock artist, absolutely ghastly.

Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.

Since the departure of good old-fashioned entertainers the re-emergence of somebody who wants to be an entertainer has unfortunately become a synonym for camp. I don't think I'm camper than any other person who felt at home on stage, and felt more at home on stage than he did offstage.

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth.

It is amazing how a new child can refocus one's direction seconds after its birth. Everything falls into a feeling of 'rightness'.