“The whole business is built on ego, vanity, self-satisfaction, and it’s total crap to pretend it’s not.”

I find it difficult enough as it is to keep some kind of normality in my life. I enjoy this experience, but I don’t know where I’m going to take my career.

Everything was going my way. I was happily marching into the history books. Then it all just fell apart.

I have never thought about my sexuality being right or wrong. To me it has always been a case of finding the right person.

I suppose maybe if I had been an attractive child, I would have had less inclination to push my physical presence.

I have the audience I deserve. Or at least I have the audience that represents the kind of people that I like.

When you shake you ass, they notice fast. And some mistakes were built to last.

It’s really difficult trying to find the line where you don’t piss anybody off.

I have two sisters. My father is Greek and comes from a family of seven. My mother is English and comes from a family of five.

I don’t have joy in watching myself, whereas, actually, I quite like listening to my own music.

At a certain age I just stopped arguing. I realized that there was no way [my father] could see, because for him to approve of what I was doing, he would have to have some belief in me as a musician.

I’d never touch anything. I think it’s foolhardy to play around with the face that you’ve been given. To have a little snip or a tuck, I think, is really quite obscene.

I’m surprised that I’ve survived my own dysfunction, really.

There are very few things in my life that I can’t have if I want them. So when I see something that I can’t have, immediately I’m obsessed by it.

I also think I could probably repeat the commercial success; whether I want to or not is a different matter. I think there is still better work inside me.

This stuff [marijuana] keeps me sane and happy. I’d say it’s a great drug – but obviously it’s not very healthy.

People, you can never change the way they feel. Better let them do what they will. For they will, if you let them, steal your heart.

Since you are gone, I collect the stars each night building my own night sky, so I have something to hold onto forever.

Houses built on heartbreak is that what you call love.

To set free my ideas while the world was still building a cage was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.

And sometimes I think I could touch the sky because these hands were made to reach and this heart was built to survive.

Avoiding climate breakdown will require cathedral thinking. We must lay the foundation while we may not know exactly how to build the ceiling.

We live in a strange world, where we think we can buy or build our way out of a crisis that has been created by buying and building things. Where a football game or a film gala gets more media attention than the biggest crisis humanity has ever faced.

Don’t let them take any more of your heart that you’ve already given them. Hold onto what you have left and build it again.

Will you be stubborn, full of patience. When all around you rush? Today you built a piece of your future. Will it ever be enough?