The Germany I was enthused with was more old fashioned and kind of romantic. I just got there, and the next thing you know, I had this huge gilded album. It was kind of an amazing experience because I didn't intend it to be that way.

I am undefinable. I don't fit into any particular category.

I've developed a bit of a fascination with John Denver. I always thought he was kind of tacky and somewhat revolting and had a kind of simplistic weirdness, but on second listen, he actually did have an incredible voice, and the blatant naiveté of his work is straight-edge, in a way.

A diaper is as inspiring as a drink.

I've paid the price; I definitely have a reputation that precedes me, and there is a camp that plots my demise. But then again... it's funner that way.

I have earned hundreds of thousands of pounds, but I can't seem to get to grips with money.

I bemoan the fact that all my famous friends have places in St. Bart's and I have to go to Montauk.