What Is Life But Playing With Time?

To A Musician Or Songwriter, Your Canvas Is Silence.

My Father. I Snorted My Father. He Was Cremated And I Couldn't Resist Grinding Him Up With A Little Bit Of Blow.

To Me, Life Is A Wild Animal. You Hope To Deal With It When It Leaps At You.

I've Never Had My Hair Cut By Anybody, I Do It All Myself.

There Was A Knock On Our Dressing-room Door. Our Manager Shouted, 'keith! Ron! The Police Are Here!' Oh, Man, We Panicked, Flushed Everything Down The John. Then The Door Opened And It Was Stewart Copeland And Sting.