I was supposed to be a real Thatcherite. Just by dint of being a first-generation immigrant and having not had money, and then suddenly having it - and getting on planes and going to Ibiza and sitting around in thongs. But actually nothing I was writing or doing was even vaguely Thatcherite.

When you shake you ass, they notice fast. And some mistakes were built to last.

I also think I could probably repeat the commercial success; whether I want to or not is a different matter. I think there is still better work inside me.

I have been taken for a ride a couple of times. I've been hurt by people who I've had a 90 percent possibility of being hurt by.

[My mother] pretty much used to go along with my dad in that she wanted me to get an education so that if this incredible dream I had didn't work out, I would have something to fall back on.

You can have my credit card, baby, but keep your red hot fingers off of my heart, lady.

Freedom. I will not give you up.