I was quite an insomniac. I rarely slept as a child. Having God to talk to at night was nice.

I understood that in this small space of time we had mutually surrendered our loneliness and replaced it with trust.

When I was young, I knew William Burroughs really well. And William's secret desire, which he never quite did, was to write a straightforward detective novel.

If you over-plan, you close the door on possibilities.

I'm certain, as we filled down the great staircase, that I appeared the same as ever, a moping twelve years-old, all arms and legs. But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.

I had a handful of records, but when I was 11 years old, I liked Puccini as much as Little Richard. They both made sense to me.

I am not really certain how original my contribution to music is as I am obviously an amateur.