I can't run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.

I can work on a verse for a very long time before realising it's not any good and then, and only then, can I discard it.

English, I know you ... you are German with a license to kill.

I always considered myself a minor writer. My province is small, and I try to explore it very, very thoroughly.

Other people singing my songs is something that I've never been casual about. I've always been very touched by it and I always go into immediate critical suspension.

ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars

I kind of limp along like so many of us do in these realms. Occasionally I've felt the grace of another presence in my life. But I can't develop any kind of spiritual structure on that.