My old school in Liverpool is now a performing-arts school, and I kind of teach there - I use the word lightly - but I go there and talk to students.

I'm not into, Hey, what's your sign? or any of that. But I don't know how I got here, and I don't know how I write songs. I don't know why I breathe.

One may not eat what has a face.

There will be an answer. Let it be.

But with writers, there's nothing wrong with melancholy. It's an important color in writing.

I'm mad, you know? I don't think of retiring at all.

I just start singing some words with a tune. I don't ever write a song thinking, Now I'll write a song about... .