In fact, I take the view that God, in his infinite wisdom, didn't bother to spring for two joints - heaven and hell. They're the same place, but heaven is when you get everything you want and you meet Mummy and Daddy and your best friends and you all have a hug and a kiss and play your harps. Hell is the same place - no fire and brimstone - but they just all pass by and don't see you. There's nothing, no recognition. You're waving, “It's me, your father,” but you're invisible. You're on a cloud, you've got your harp, but you can't play with nobody because they don't see you. That's hell.

Nobody wants to get old, but nobody wants to die young either.

I consider my job [being a musician] is to have a little idea and nurture it and put it in some form that everybody else can understand and then sort of pass it on. It's really a passing through. In other words, you receive and you transmit.

One minute I'm standing at Ronnie Scott's getting a standing ovation and the next minute, I'm on a marble slab

Rock and roll ain't nothing but jazz with a hard backbeat.

You don't start to play your guitar thinking you're going to be running an organisation that will maybe generate millions.

Everybody's got a different way of telling a story - and has different stories to tell.