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

It amazes me sometimes that even intelligent people will analyze a situation or make a judgement after only recognizing the standard or traditional structure of a piece.

There, in the chords and melodies, is everything I want to say. The words just jolly it along. It's always been my way of expressing what for me is inexpressible by any other means.

Radio in England is nonexistent. It's very bad English use of a media system, typically English use.

There's a schizoid streak within the family anyway so I dare say that I'm affected by that. The majority of the people in my family have been in some kind of mental institution, as for my brother he doesn't want to leave. He likes it very much.

I think getting married and then running away for 10 months would be an absolute disaster.

People are always throwing things at me that I've said and I say that I didn't mean anything.