I guess a certain contingent of the musicians in London at the beginning of the '70s were fed up with denim and the hippies. And I think we kind of wanted to go somewhere else.

I'll place my love beneath the stars.

The minute you know you're on safe ground, you're dead.

I turned myself to face me, but I've never caught a glimpse of how the others must see the faker.

I was studying Tibetan Buddhism when I was quite young, again influenced by Kerouac.

Tomorrow belongs to those who can hear it coming.

You can't go on stage and live - it's false all the way. I can't stand the premise of going out in jeans and a guitar and looking as real as you can in front of 18,000 people. I mean, it's not normal!