The skin of my character in 'The Man Who Fell to Earth' was some concoction, a spermatozoon of an alien nature that was obscene and weird-looking.

The Earth has a skin and that skin has diseases, one of its diseases is called man.

I could imagine at a certain age, when I have no vocal cords left, that I would find a young man who could sing my parts for me. But I don't see why I would stop.

Do no dishonor to the earth lest you dishonor the spirit of man

Nearly all the synth work on Heathen is mine and some of the piano.

Strangely, some songs you really don't want to write.