“The sort of relationship we had, he couldn’t have with any of those chicks. Where we could sit down and write Sister Morphine together. Or I could show him a book, The Master and Margarita, and he could write Sympathy for the Devil. Where he could play Hamlet to my Ophelia. It was magic.”
“Once [Mick Jagger] came straight off stage to the hotel where I was waiting and he was absolutely terrifying. He was like somebody possessed. I don’t think he even knew who I was. He still had his make-up on and there was a froth of spittle around his mouth and his eyes were violent and he was making grunting sounds. He didn’t say a word; just those god-awful grunts. He picked me up and slammed me against the wall. Several times. Afterwards, I don’t think he even remembered it.”