I think I must be, absolutely, a total sex object. In every sense of the word.

Hold on to your friends. Resist - or move on Be mad, be rash Smoke and explode Sell all of your clothes Just bear in mind: There just might come a time When you need some friends

I think the pop chart today is entirely market-driven. And it has nothing to do with public taste. And it has nothing to do with moving music forward. It's simply a market chart.

Not everybody is absolutely stupid. Why on earth would I be racist, what would I be trying to achieve?

Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.

What's the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning? Wish I hadn't.

Even now - in the final hour of my life - I'm falling in love again.