All I've got to do today is smile.

I don't believe what the papers are saying They're just out to capture my dime, Exaggerating this, exaggerating that.

There is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime.

The dialogue between what's going on in the world and what's going on internally seems to be a natural thing - well, it's natural to me, anyway, to have these thoughts.

The record company stay out of my way. Whenever the record is finished, they take it.

By the time I was 12 or 13, I felt that I was special, because I could play the guitar and write songs.

Philip Larkin didn't write for several years before his life ended. And when he was asked why he didn't write, he said the muse deserted him. And when I read that, it really had a profound effect upon me, sort of scared me. So that's why I think I have no right to assume that some thought is going to come... But I think, in my imagination, if it is it, there will probably be something else I'm interested in.