Here was long period on my life when I was very disappointed by the fact I wasn't gay. Because I grew up going to gay clubs, living in New York and LA, both very gay cities.

Most artists, you know, you spend their entire lives learning how to play music and write songs, and they don't really know how the music business works.

Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed; and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.

One time I was doing an interview for a gay magazine and halfway through the journalist found out I wasn't gay. He said, 'Sorry, I can't continue the interview.' Because they only had gay public figures in their magazine. I felt so crestfallen. I wanted to tell him: but I play fundraisers for gay marriage! I'd rather my kids were gay than straight!'

Sacha Baron Cohen is one of my heroes.

I'd much rather go to a Banksy art show than a Moby art show. My art is painfully naive.

The moment a career is on a quantitative downswing, your loathsomeness is sort of attenuated.