I am half-Byronic, half-moronic; part-shaman, part-showman; half-Nazi, half-Liberace.

Being well-dressed gives a feeling of inward tranquility which psychoanalysis is powerless to bestow.

My only criticism about Quentin Crisp is that the subversive must be ready to subvert themselves. I may dress for myself, but I undress for everybody else, whereas he never did that - he was never prepared to drop a bomb on everything he did.

The motivation of all artists is 'Look at me, Mum'.

To be worthy of assassination takes more than some crappy little book.

Unhappiness lies in that gap between our talents and our expectations.

I have wanted only one thing to make me happy. That thing is everything.