I'm interested in time, fame, death, beauty, truth, all those things.

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.

The equipment you've got really dictates what you're going to do. When I started touring, there were no monitors, so I had to take the sound from the hall, and of course it was on a delay, so I would sing, and then I would hear it back, but later. It was very weird.

When I found out my mother wanted me to marry a rich man, I instantly didn't want any rich man.

I once asked my father what he wanted me to be. To my horror, he said, 'sociologist.'

All I have to do is what's right for me.