The world is still spinning and so are we and so are you. When the spinning stops - that'll be the time to worry. Not before.

I'm not saying we're better or greater, or comparing us with Jesus Christ as a person, or God as a thing, or whatever it is. I just said what I said, and it was wrong, or it was taken wrong. And now it's all this.

Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns it calls me on and on across the universe.

I used to say to my auntie, 'You throw my fu*kin' poetry out, and you'll regret it when I'm famous,' and she threw the bast*rd stuff out. I never forgave her for not treating me like a fu*kin' genius or whatever I was when I was a child.

The world went mad and used us as an excuse.

I always read the papers, the political bits.

And God help Bruce Springsteen when they decide he's no longer God... They'll turn on him, and I hope he survives it.