And if somebody's going to produce me, they should be producing my sound for me. And that's something I have to come up with myself.
I have no idea why a guy would bring a jar of peanut butter to a concert.
Your skin starts itching once you buy that gimmick about something called love.
Bowie's a real man, and I'm a real woman - just like Catherine Deneuve.
Onstage I've been hit by a grapefruit, beercans, eggs, spit, money, cigarette butts, Mandies, Quaaludes, joints, bras, panties, and a fist.
I am the passenger, I stay under glass. I look through my window so bright, I see the stars come out tonight. I see the bright and hollow sky, over the city's ripped backsides and everything looks good tonight.