Everybody's talking about the President, we all chipped in for a bag of cement.

I used to go round to Aunt Mimi's house and John would be at the typewriter, which was fairly unusual in Liverpool. None of my mates even knew what a typewriter was. Well they knew what it was but they didn't hae one. Nobody had one.

Alas, it looks like those unsubstantiated rumours about me are about to come true after all this time.

Home in her apartment she'd dwell 'til the man from her dreams comes to break the spell.

It's not unusual for writers to look backward. Because that's your pool of resources. If you were to write something now, I bet there's a pretty good chance you'd call on your teenage years, your experiences then, stuff you learned then.

Love doesn't come in a minute, sometimes it doesn't come at all.

I don't work at being ordinary.