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.

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.

In the creative act, you kind of reach down and look for things that will, when put together, create an emotional effect.

October's gold is dim — the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp.

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'm absolutely flooded with a raucous energy to get out into the world and tell my story again. I feel like this is spring. After a period of shriveling, out come the leaves.

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