I think drugs were used by me as a way of suppressing my natural spirit.

My father belonged to a commune, and the food was ghastly. My idea of food hell is the salad cream they'd pour all over bits of lettuce, cucumber and tomato. It was just disgusting.

I get all dressed up with that Marianne Faithfull face, and the next thing I know, I'm blurting out things that I shouldn't, trying to get attention when, really, I've got everybody's attention already.

I never saw myself as beautiful. I can look back and see it now, but then? Never.

I was anorexic in the 60s and 70s, although it wasn't called anorexia then. I thought people would be nicer to me if I looked very small and delicate, so food wasn't high on my agenda. But it is now.

I'm never, never sure which way to go. I'm full of unsureness. That's been a habit for years. I never really want to commit.

The way I choose to show my feelings is through my songs.