Once I've written something it does tend to run away from me. I don't seem to have any part of it - it's no longer my piece of writing.

I got a bad migraine that lasted 3 years, and the pills I took made by fingers disappear.

There's a terror in knowing what the world is about

Everything we look at and choose is some way of expressing how we want to be perceived.

I think the first song I ever wrote ... was called "Can't Help Thinking About Me." That's an illuminating little piece, isn't it?

My mother was a housewife. Both from - well, my father was from a farming family, agricultural family in the north of England. And my mother came from a very working class.

I'm afraid of Americans; I'm afraid of the world; I'm afraid I can't help it.