I don't really know why I'm such an emotional person, that's just how I was born. It's a problem. It's not easy to be married to me.

Wonder in everything No matter how great or small... Same thing that's scrawled across the stars Is written under our skin... There's a time to search for understanding Sometimes you just got to sing New horizons, new horizon within

And come, blue deeps! magnificently strown With coloured clouds - large, light, and fugitive.

In terms of writing, I think something happens to you, and you think, "Oh I'm going to write about that. That's an emotional event." But obviously, if you keep going, and it's something you do with regularity, you've got to find other ways to write.

I don't know where emotion emanates from exactly. I'm full of it, that's all I know.

I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want: I don't want to just repeat myself.

Everything's stolen. Everything precious - be it a kiss, or be it James Brown - gets misappropriated to the aid of the advertising executives. So, an act of reclamation, somewhere else to be: that's what I want my music to be. Somewhere you can step into. A place.