I'm often reading a magazine and hearing about someone's new record, and I think: "Oh, boy, that's gonna be better than me". It's a very common thing.

I am alive and well and unconcerned about the rumors of my death. But if I were dead, I would be the last to know.

Fight for the right to live in freedom!

When we were kids growing up in Liverpool, all we ever wanted to be was Elvis Presley.

And Jet, I thought the Major was a lady suffragette.

My dad, bless him, was a musician. And his dad had thought that his music was rubbish.

I think the 'Just say no' mentality is so crazed. I saw a thing in a women's magazine the other day. 'He smokes cannabis, what am I to do? He laughs it off when I try to tell him, he says it's not really harmful...' Of course you're half hoping the advice will be, 'Well, you know it's not that harmful; if you love him, if you talk to him about it, tell him maybe he should keep it in the garden shed or something,' you know, a reasonable point of view. But of course it was, 'No, no, all drugs are bad. Librium's good, Valium's good. But cannabis, ooooh!' I hate that unreasoned attitude.