The Hollywood sirens are shrieking, while down some search lit alley runs some lost belief.

I hang my laundry on the line when I write.

I wish I had a river I could skate away on?

When the world becomes a massive mess with nobody at the helm, it's time for artists to make their mark.

I'm a painter first, and a musician second.

When the spirit of child's play enters into the creative process, it's a wonderful force and something to be nurtured.

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.