I am in deep shock. I have lost a beloved friend [George Michael] - the kindest, most generous soul and a brilliant artist. My heart goes out to his family and all of his fans.

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

I don't whistle at you down the street. I would if I could, but I can't whistle you see.

The less I say the more my work gets done.

I'm a juvenile product of the working class, who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.

I didn't sleep with anyone till I was 23.

I'm going to fight for human rights, whether I do it silently behind the scenes or vocally so that I get locked up. I can't just sit back; it's not in my nature. I can't sit back and blindly ignore it, and I won't.