I tried to commit suicide one day. It was a very Woody Allen-type suicide. I turned on the gas and left all the windows open.

After claws and feathers, he took skin and bone, shaped it like an hour glass and made the angels moan.

I can't think of anything until I've got printed words in front of me. I never wake up in the middle of the night with a song in my head.

Don't let the sun go down on me.

What record companies do these days is drain the blood dry of an album, take six singles off it, and harm the longevity of artists' careers by doing it.

You know, it's a very treatable disease. You shouldn't feel ashamed. But I'm afraid that's carried on very much so from the first days of AIDS, when it was basically a gay disease. And then, of course, you know, it affected everybody.

I think that's the graveyard of musicians, playing cabaret. I think I'd rather be dead than work in cabaret. It's just so depressing.