And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to believe A beauty impossible to endure The blood imparted in little sips The smell of you still on my hands As I bring the cup up to my lips No God up in the sky No devil beneath the sea Could do the job that you did, baby Of bringing me to my knees

The singing tells everybody what to do musically.

The more information you have, the more human our heroes become and consequently the less mysterious and godlike. They need to be godlike.

A rock musician's career is short-lived. To extend it, you need to do other things to keep yourself fresh.

If you look around, complacency is the great disease of your autumn years, and I work hard to prevent that.

At school I was an anti-magnet for women.

God has matured. He is not the impulsive, bowelless being of the Testaments - the vehement glorymonger, with His bag of cheap carny tricks and his booming voice - the fiery huckster with his burning bushes and his wonder wands. Nowadays God knows what He wants and He knows who He wants.