There was a time in America not long ago when rock 'n' roll was called race music, and white kids who wanted to go see Chuck Berry were completely forbidden.

I feel that what I do is always contemporary with the society I'm living in... If I wanted to explain myself, that's how I'd explain myself: that I'm a diarist.

I suspect that dreams are an integral part of existence, with far more use for us than we've made of them...The fine line between the dream state and reality is at times, for me, quite grey.

I think it's rather a waste of time endlessly singing the same songs every night for a year, and it's just not what I want to do.

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

Making love with his ego.

The sun machine is coming down, and we're gonna have a party.