I think it's an essential fact for any performer or artist to fail as poignantly as they can succeed.

The artistic process seems to be mythologized quite a lot into something far greater than it actually is. It is just hard labor.

Most of the time, feelings just seem to get in the way. They're a luxury for the idle, a bourgeois concept. Feelings are overrated.

Who knows their own story? It certainly makes no sense when you’re in the middle of it

People think I'm a miserable sod but it's only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.

But if you're gonna dine with them cannibals Sooner or later, darling, you're gonna get eaten . . .

I used to believe that if I could do certain things - write a book or be a successful musician - that I'd be transformed into a happy person, but it doesn't work that way.