I don't want to anymore, I don't want to. No, I'm not going to instigate things anymore. I'm sure you could if you tried hard enough. I just can't grasp it, I'm sorry. HALF A minute later, and the Pope of Pop is conveniently removed from my vision.
Intelligence is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face.
The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Interview originally published in the British magazine Sounds , April 20, 1985. Reprinted without permission for personal use only.