I've learned to relax and be my present age and my present position. I feel comfortable on my mid-thirties. It doesn't seem such an alien place to be.

I suspect that dreams are an integral part of existence, with far more use for us than we've made of them...The fine line between the dream state and reality is at times, for me, quite grey.

Nature Boy There was a boy A very strange enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy And sad of eye But very wise Was he And then one day A magic day he passed my way And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings This he said to me “The greatest thing You’ll ever learn Is just to love And be loved In return

Look up here, I'm in heaven.

I ask for so little.Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave

I think that my fascination with clothes generally was motivated by trying to create the characters for the stage.

I'm quite certain that the audience that I've got for my stuff don't listen to the lyrics.