I got my first guitar when I was 15, and I just used to fool about with it, more or less, as time went by, though, I got more interested.

I tried heroin just the once. Even then, I didn't realize I'd taken it. I was just handed something, smoked it, then found out what it was. It didn't do anything for me, which was lucky because I wouldn't have fancied heading down that road.

I'm not really comfortable singing without accompanying myself on stage - I'm not used to it.

My dad was a particularly polite kind of guy, very courteous. So when we got on a bus, he would always encourage me and my younger brother to get up and offer our seat to an old lady. I grew up kind of liking that, thinking, y'know, that's a nice thing, that's a courtesy.

Help them to learn songs of joy, instead of burn, baby, burn.

I took my brains out and stretched them on the rack, now I'm not too sure I'm gonna get them back.

We live in hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us