Everything I do has the tinge of the finite, of my own demise. At some point you either accept death or you just keep pushing it back as you get older and older. I've accepted it.

I've discovered special makeup by a company called M.A.C. You could wear it on the surface of the sun and it wouldn't move.

In all relationships, there are always aching holes and that's where the impossible wishes come into it.

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

I don't dislike my peers because they're still around and remind me of what I'm doing. I never liked them anyway. I never liked U2, the things they've done over the years.

When you're on stage, the real world just drops away for that time. It's pretty intense.

The idea of reinvention has always seemed bizarre to me.