George Bush is a fan of mine, he came to see me in the Seventies. His coke dealer brought him.

Unfortunately, I made the mistake at one point of putting my address on the back of one of my albums, just to find out what would happen. I received a lot of disturbing mail and calls. Actually, I was living in a hotel, so it was easy enough to find the number. I got a kick out of it for a while. Then I realized what I'd done.

I'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials on my arm.

We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness. We are monkeys with money and guns.

Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces / there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier

Popular music is like a big party, and it’s a thrill sneaking in rather than being invited. Every once in a while, a guy with his shirt on inside out, wearing lipstick and a pillbox hat gets a chance to speak.

but it's so hard to dance that way when it's cold and there's no music.