My house is about equidistant from the Young's brewery and the Fuller's brewery. This is no accident.

Children show me in their playful smiles the divine in everyone.

I love my fans to pieces. They're with me. They get it, you know? They get what I'm saying.

The lyrics, the strings, the chords, everything comes at the moment like a gift that is put right into your head and that's how I hear it.

For me, Love is something very pure.

"In Africa," S. B. once remarked, "if you do well, people close to you will hate you."

Oh, no, I think I'd die on my own. I'd be so lonely. Even at home, I'm lonely. I sit in my room and sometimes cry. It is so hard to make friends, and there are some things you can't talk to your parents or family about. I sometimes walk around the neighborhood at night, just hoping to find someone to talk to. But I just end up coming home.