People want to see musicians sing things that come from their own mind and own heart in real time, responding to the moment for them.

Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again; and then the phone rings and you hope it's them - it's the most twisted logic of all time.

When autumn comes, it doesn't ask. It just walks in, where it left you last. And you never know, when it starts; until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart.

We're supposed to lose our friends to time, at an age when we're ready to agree to the terms of having lived a long life. Not now.

I like giving people something they don't want to miss the next time. It's a show with little twists and turns and curves. It has me being silly and stupid and compassionate and completely deep.

I'm not deluded enough to think that everyone who knows my name is a listener. You know, I hope that part of that interest - part of that public interest - has to do with me still making records that people like.

There's a certain lack of gimmickry to what I do that makes people in England go: 'Where's the thing?