I Think These Days, As An Artist,

Voting For New Labour Is Like Helping An Old Lady Across The Road While Screaming 'get A Move On!' Even The Tories, Who You Could Once Rely On To Be Completely Heartless Are Pretending To Care.

You're Lucky If You Reach The Point Where You Go, "ok, I Have A Wonderful Life ...i Fly Around The World, Stay In Beautiful Places, People Are Generally Quite Sweet To Me, What's To Complain About?" But I Think You Have To Get There... And It's Taken Me The Best Part Of 54 Years To Reach That Point Where I'm Like, "i'm Very Lucky, I'm Lucky, I'm Blessed" - All Of Those Things. I Wish I Could Impart That To Other People But I Think When You're Young, You Just Don't Listen.

I'm Not Responsible Enough To Have A Dog - Or A Child.

I Remember Going Onstage On Broadway In This Leigh Bowery Thing For A Track Like "ich Bin Kunst." I've Got Breasts, This Latex Dripping Down On My Head, And I Come Out In A Box. I Just Remember The Audience Looking Really Horrified Because Rosie [o'donnell] Was Trying To Sell The Show As Sort Of Pippin And Annie. She Was Saying It's A Family Show.

I Just Go In My Back Garden. It's The Only Place Where People Don't Come And Bother You.