You searched through all my poets, From Sappho through to Auden, I saw the book fall from your hands, As you slowly died of boredom.

This is how it essentially is for Bunny Junior. He loves his dad. He thinks there is no dad better, cleverer, or more capable, and he stands there beside him with a sense of pride - he's my dad - and he also, of course, stands beside him because he has nowhere else to go.

I think there is a certain perversity in my music in that I continue, you know, to eat at the same ball of vomit year after year.

If you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it!

I don't particularly believe all love is doomed. But I guess, one is usually kinda suffering from some aborted love affair or association, rather than being at the peak of one. I think it's fairly obvious that a lot more suffering goes on in the name of love than the little happiness you can squeeze out of it.

What I want people to recognize is that we have to keep working together and take charge because we all have the same story.

Songwriting, I have to take myself away from everybody to do. It's an unsightly act.