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

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.

Love after divorce is all about showing and sharing with my son what is good and right in life!

You can't just be reactive to the things going on in your life. You have to imagine, and you have to plunder other people's work, books, poems, ideas, observations.

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.

I guess I'm just a heart-on-sleeve type of human being.