Einstein said that he never could understand it all, the planets spinning in space, the smile upon your face.

Synchronized with the rising moon Even with the evening star They were true love written in stone They were never alone, they were never that far apart

One of my earliest memories was me singing 'Oh, What A Beautiful Mornin' at the top of my voice when I was seven. I got totally carried away. My grandmother, Sarah, was in the next room. I didn't even realise she was there. I was terribly embarrassed.

I know now one thing only matters in these days... true love... love and love alone.

But it's only after you've played it on the road 20 or 30 times that it becomes really finished and polished...and you realize what it means, and you get the phrasing right.

Once you get that two-way energy thing going, everyone benefits hugely.

I'm very unstable; there's no stability in a musician's life at all. You live on a bus or on the road hand to mouth and you don't know where your money's coming from.