All the songs I write are about human dynamics, whether it's with girlfriends, boyfriends, or family.

I do suffer from depression, I suppose. Which isn't that unusual. You know, a lot of people do.

Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense I just don't know you But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye I think I love you

Here in England, everyone's a pop star, innit, whereas in America they believe in the term artist.

I'm not a natural born performer.

I don’t need help because if I can’t help myself I can’t be helped.

Every bad situation is a blues song waiting to happen.