I wish myself to be a prop, if anything, for my songs. I want to be the vehicle for my songs. I would like to colour the material with as much visual expression as is necessary for that song.

As you get older, the questions come down to about two or three. How long? And what do I do with the time I've got left?

Some people are marching together and some on their own. Others are running, the smaller ones crawl. But some sit in silence.

I probably also wanted to be black at that particular time [ 9 years old] as well.

This ain't rock 'n' roll. This is genocide!

When I'm stuck for a closing to a lyric, I will drag out my last resort: overwhelming illogic.

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing.