For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun...

I don't work at being ordinary.

It was bad on Linda. She had to deal with this guy who didn't want to get out of bed and, if he did, wanted to go back to bed pretty soon after. He wanted to drink earlier and earlier each day and didn't really see the point in shaving. I was generally pretty morbid.

When a war is over I think it's a cowardly thing to leave the war behind you in minefields that hit women and children and the most vulnerable. Imagine the war is finished and you go to work and there are snipers shooting at you. Imagine taking your kids to the beach and you find that the beach is blowing up beneath you. Like there's nowhere safe.

It's a lifelong gift, something you can call on at any time.

There are a lot of artists who haven't lost anything to domesticity. In my case, it probably did happen.

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun...