I wanted to be a poet and/or an artist, but I was very lazy (frightened of failure, I guess) and drank too much.

I wanted to be a poet and/or an artist, but I was very lazy (frightened of failure, I guess) and drank too much.

My ignorance would require a volume to itself. Between its covers would be preserved a record of the spurious model of all creation I had in my head, a prelapsarian construct, uncorrupted by the facts.

I'm not a visionary, but I've spent half my life drawing things Imagined, Remembered, and Observed, comparing the differences between them, and my study confirms that "the difference between night and day / is not as great as people say."

One of the beauties of working in radio is the way a whole setting can be richly evoked simply by the addition to the track of a little birdsong and a church bell in the distance.

I remember Bob Dylan saying in an interview that at a certain point he'd had to learn to do consciously what he'd previously done unconsciously or automatically. That resonates.

Some songs seem to achieve the quality of a geometric object - a ball, box, or cone - and I don't mess with 'em.