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.

My father worked for a children's home called Dr. Barnardo's Homes. They're a charity.

The underground went really underground. Grand Funk, and all these people man are the moderate's choice of music. Underground is Yoko Ono, The Black Poets. These people scare the hell out of most freaks. They laugh at Yoko Ono, but it's the whole cliché.

You can't stand still on one point for your entire life.

I always had a repulsive sort of need to be something more than human.

I'm English. I can't accept happiness that easily. There's got to be a trick in there somewhere.

Make the best of every moment. We're not evolving. We're not going anywhere.