I think that the history of rock could be recycled in a different way and brought back into focus without the luggage that comes along with it.

I had a fantasy that i'd drift up to Scotland and spend my life as a faux bodhisattua.

Look up here, I'm in heaven.

Elvis is English, and climbs the hills. Can't tell the bullshit from the lies.

I'll place my love beneath the stars.

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

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.