Illusion I will be, for I’ve never been a sinner.
Who’ll love Aladdin Sane? Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise.
She’s a total bam bam.
I’ll stick with you baby for a thousand years.
Hey man, I gotta straighten my face. This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place.
Once I’ve written something it does tend to run away from me. I don’t seem to have any part of it – it’s no longer my piece of writing.
Never bored, so I’ll never get old.
Sits like a man, but smiles like a reptile.
I think music should be tarted up, made into a prostitute, a parody of itself. It should be the clown, the Pierrot medium.
No more free steps to heaven.
It’s not the side-effects of the cocaine – I’m thinking that it must be love. It’s too late to be grateful, It’s too late to be hateful, It’s too late to be late again, The European cannon is here.
I’m afraid of Americans.
I’ll paint you moments of gold, I’ll spin you Valentine evenings...
There’s a terror in knowing what the world is about.
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing.
We slit the Catholic throat, stoned the poor on such slogans as wish you could hear and love is all we need.
I’m a phallus in pigtails, and there’s blood on my nose, and my tissue is rotting where the rats chew my bones. And my eye sockets empty, see nothing but pain, I keep having this brainstorm about twelve times a day.
I turned myself to face me, but I’ve never caught a glimpse of how the others must see the faker.
If I put faith in medication, if I can smile a crooked smile, if I can talk on television, if I can walk an empty mile.
I read the news today, oh boy.