Church on time, makes me party.
Listen to me, don’t listen to me. Talk to me, don’t talk to me.
Tony Visconti and I had been wanting to work together again for a few years now. Both of us had fairly large commitments and for a long time we couldn’t see a space in which we could get anything together.
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly.
I realized the other day that I’ve lived in New York longer than I’ve lived anywhere else. It’s amazing: I am a New Yorker. It’s strange; I never thought I would be.
But I’m pretty good with collaborative thinking. I work well with other people.
Radio in England is nonexistent. It’s very bad English use of a media system, typically English use.
Oooh, fashion, we are the goon squad and were coming to town, beep beep.
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’ll paint you moments of gold, I’ll spin you Valentine evenings...