Sure I destroyed my guitar at every concert, but it was okay, because I'd always get a shiny new one the very next day.

I’m not much a role model in terms of hair care, though.

As a child I was such an intense daydreamer; I could be so gone that I had to be smacked to come back. They were really worried that I had some kind of catatonia or something because I would go so far out. Because all I wanted to do was talk to god as a child.

The film [Dream of Life] looks at a time in my life.

I love to photograph the tools of one's trade: Duncan Grant's paintbrushes, the typewriter of Herman Hesse, or even my own guitar, a 1957 Fender Duo-Sonic.

Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

More than anything that's been the thread through my life - the desire to write, the impulse to write. I mean, it's taken me other places, but it was the impulse to write that led me to singing.