“All we have to see is that I don’t belong to you, and you don’t belong to me.”

You’ll never find peace of mind until you listen to your heart.

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.

Feeling understood by one particular person is like holding a universe that solely belongs to you.

Oh, love It’s amazing how your smile puts the most beautiful star to shame.

I love the idea of those Who sing in the car; Dance while they eat; Laugh at their own mistakes. I envy these people So in love with just existing.

Your Smile, that smile you beam From cheek to cheek, Has such a way of leaving me weak.

Let me know you to the core, let me be sweet to the sour.

She had it all, brains and body and the ability to tell me to go to hell whenever I deserved it. Love, at its finest.

Violet is the color of the deepest dreams the synonym of too much love. Violet is the pain we willingly let in and the promises we’ll never break.

His fear of exile led to mine -there was room for both of us in belonging.