We Let The Weirdness In.

The Only Person With You All Your Life Is You. Your Parents Die. Things Inside You Die — Illusions, Gushes Of Personality. Only You Can Sort Yourself Out. Yourself May Not Be All You Need, But It’s All You’ve Got.

I Could Find Faults With All My Albums Because That's Just A Part Of Being An Artist - It's Hard Being A Human Being, Isn't It?

My Desire Was Never To Be Famous. It Was To Try And Create Something Interesting Musically If I Could.

Just Being Alive It Can Really Hurt These Moments Given Are A Gift From Time.

Whatever Is Going On In Your Life When You're Writing Has To Somehow Seep Into Your Work.