I know my generation - a lot of them, they're getting old now, and they want to think back fondly, they want to kid themselves. A lot of them think, 'Yeah, we were the best.' That's the kiss of death. That's non-growth. And also that's very bad for the world.

Heaven's full of astronauts and the Lord's on death row.

At the point where I'm trying to force something and it's not happening, and I'm getting frustrated with, say, writing a poem, I can go and pick up the brushes and start painting. At the point where the painting seems to not be going anywhere, I go and pick up the guitar.

Do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me baby?

I think I would go further into fine arts, I think, if I were to continue.

Musically, I don't think I'd ever dry up. I trust my musical invention.

All the news of home you read, more about the war and of bloody changes.