On Bowie

Both sang their fears of losing their youth when they were still basically kids; both aged mysteriously well. Neither ever did anything remotely sane.

At this point, everybody listens to pop the way Bowie always listened, which is: this is cool, how can I steal it?

“I’ve met all the women, and I’ll tell you one thing, I’m more woman than any of ’em. I’m a real woman, because I have love, dependability, I’m good, kind, gentle, and I’ve the power to give real love. Why else would you think that such a strong man as David Bowie would be close to me? He’s a real man, and I’m a real woman. Just like Catherine Dene

“You can hold back from the suffering of the world. You have free permission to do so, and it is in accordance with your nature. But perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could have avoided.”

Bowie liked to wear sexy pop trash on the outside because sexy pop trash was how he felt on the inside.

The mystery of whether Thomas Pynchon heard “Space Oddity” before writing the last hundred pages of Gravity’s Rainbow is one of those questions I never stop asking myself.

Bowie was all about eroticizing what you don’t know for sure.

The ideal collision of vulgarity and high-mindedness.”

Bowie’s space songs were always about isolation and his desire to overcome it.