I'm not sure it pays to do anything remotely public in Britain. It's such a spiteful society. People seem to enjoy making your life hard for the sake of it.

Postmodernism surely requires an even greater grasp of symbolism, as it's increasingly an art of gesture alone.

I have no musical talent at all. I was banned from music classes and told I would never be able to understand anything. I still don't think I can sing, but somehow I get away with it.

Hard to find and even harder to listen to

Music is there to enrich your life and make you aware of things in a slightly different way.

I don't want people to come and see our gig because of the magnificent things I'm doing with my hips, but it's their evening, you know. They have to have fun. I'm a little bit naive.

Apparently, I have a totally different sense of humour.

I don't enjoy British shows as a rule because British audiences are strange.

The business of being a popular entertainer in England is just too hard.

I don't trawl record shops anymore. I usually hear music in bars or at friends' houses.

I've been in Hamburg for about ten years and I just feel at home.

A little more and I would have fallen into the mirror trap. I avoided it, but only to fall into the window trap: with nothing to do, my arms dangling, I go over to the window.

Lazy people tend not to take chances, but express themselves by tearing down other's work.

Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.

As an investor my job is to figure out what will happen rather than what should happen.

It seems to me,’ said Philippa prosaically, ‘that on the whole we run more risks with Mr Crawford’s protection than without it.

I was smart enough to go through any door that opened.

Let us not suffer from a national amnesia that causes us to forget who and what we are.

The next time someone is critical of you, just take a moment to consider their life. Then smile to yourself.

I was even surprised when in Spa Kimi said to me, ‘Congratulations on your son's birth!’ this is only thing Kimi said to me in two years.

Suffering and joy teach us, if we allow them, how to make the leap of empathy, which transports us into the soul and heart of another person.