The End Comes When The Infinites Arrive.

Fame Can Take Interesting Men And Thrust Mediocrity Upon Them.

I Wanted To Rewrite How Rock Music Was Perceived.

I'm A Phallus In Pigtails, And There's Blood On My Nose, And My Tissue Is Rotting Where The Rats Chew My Bones. And My Eye Sockets Empty, See Nothing But Pain, I Keep Having This Brainstorm About Twelve Times A Day.

I'm Bemused By The Whole Robbie Williams Aspect Of British Pop. Posh Spice? It All Looks Like Cruise Ship Entertainment To Me.

Since The Departure Of Good Old-fashioned Entertainers The Re-emergence Of Somebody Who Wants To Be An Entertainer Has Unfortunately Become A Synonym For Camp. I Don't Think I'm Camper Than Any Other Person Who Felt At Home On Stage, And Felt More At Home On Stage Than He Did Offstage.