“I could be religious, if they sang the hymns to disco.”

It may be a coincidence, but from the minute I took anti-depressants, I didn’t pick up a guitar or a pen for seven years.

I have suffered from depression for most of my life. It is an illness.

I always like to tell a story.

To me, style is consistency.

Mental health needs a great deal of attention. It’s the final taboo and it needs to be faced and dealt with.

Let’s just say that back in the old days, sex was available every two feet. But I never made love to anybody that did not want me to.

An 18th century brain, in a 21st century head.

I just think, certainly for live music it should look as good as it sounds.

I am quite an early riser – I usually get up between 5.30 and 6am and take the dogs out.

Achievement results from work realizing ambition.

I want to do a make-up line for men.

I watched Picasso visit the Planet of the Apes, as the masters rot on walls and the angels eat the grapes.

I loved being in a band.

People tend to keep their distance.

I like being infamous. I think it is safe being a cult.

I have loved eight women in my life. I remember every woman’s face.

You had disco going on behind punk. You had Michael Jackson. You had the Sex Pistols.

We enjoy change and freshness, and disco was only one area we’ve delved into.

I never really did any disco dancing.

The worst part of being gay in the twentieth century is all that damn disco music to which one has to listen.

A wise man once said, never discuss philosophy or politics in a disco environment.