Some of us, I think, us small, pompous arty ones probably read too much George Steiner and kind of got the idea that we were entering to this kind of post-culture age and that we'd better do something postmodernist - quickly, before somebody else did.

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

I had to resign myself, many years ago, that I'm not too articulate when it comes to explaining how I feel about things. But my music does it for me, it really does.

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?

I re-invented my image so many times that I'm in denial that I was originally an overweight Korean woman.

By the mid-'80s, it was really apparent to me that I really needed to stop losing myself in my work and in my addictions. What happens is you just wake up one morning and feel absolutely dead. You can't even drag your soul back into your body. You feel you have negated everything that is wonderful about life. When you have fallen that far, it feels like a miracle when you regain your love of life.

It is amazing how a new child can refocus one's direction seconds after its birth. Everything falls into a feeling of 'rightness'.