You can call me a fat, balding, talentless old queen who can't sing, but you can't tell lies about me.

I get bombed for breakfast in the morning, I get bombed for dinner.

Once I'd heard 'Modern Times' by Bob Dylan, it really changed the way I wanted to make records.

I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue.

To forgive and be forgiven, if it's the last thing I do, then in death's release I may find the peace that in life I never knew.

Love's like a junkie, addiction's a fact. Passion's a monkey, you can't keep off your back.

I've got that resilient thing inside me. But I wasn't a happy bunny.