I Suspect The Older You Get The

And I Wish That I Was Made Of Stone So That I Would Not Have To See A Beauty Impossible To Define A Beauty Impossible To Believe A Beauty Impossible To Endure The Blood Imparted In Little Sips The Smell Of You Still On My Hands As I Bring The Cup Up To My Lips No God Up In The Sky No Devil Beneath The Sea Could Do The Job That You Did, Baby Of Bringing Me To My Knees

I Have A Particular Dislike For Children's Films. I'm Way Past The Novelty Aspect.

What I Want People To Recognize Is That We Have To Keep Working Together And Take Charge Because We All Have The Same Story.

The Way People Reacted To Me In Dressing Rooms And So On Was Incredibly Aggressive. They Know Every Record And They Seem To Think They Should Nudge Me Or Bump Into Me As They Go Past. It Was This Incredible Performance That Used To Amuse Me. In The Early Days, People Were Drawn Towards Us Like They'd Be Drawn Towards A Car Smash...there Is A Definite Relationship Between That Fanaticism And The Fan That, As A Performer, You Expose More Of Yourself, Of The Undercurrents Of Your Personality. Most Rock Personalities Subdue That Or Choose Not To Explore It.

Do I Personally Believe In A Personal God? No.