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.

I've never had my hair cut by anybody, I do it all myself.

Yes, I've been trepanned. That's quite an interesting experience, especially for my brain surgeon, who saw my thoughts flying around in my brain.

I've always been suspicious of TV, I've always found music and video to be an unhappy marriage.

I'm all for a quiet life. I just didn't get one.

If you're cool, you don't know nothing about it. It just is, or you ain't.

Hey, we just enjoy it. I think we think we're getting the hang of this thing, you know?