We're all more or less interested in the 'swinging sixties', of course, but that's not what I mean. I'm interested in the particular naive glamour that clings to the post-war and pre-Hendrix era.

Non-pantheist models for god seem almost completely untenable to me, though not without interest.

I don't believe in sexual love.

I was born in the seventies, age of bad haircuts and grainy colour photos.

I have a bit of a struggle with some aspects of or forms of Buddhism, but Zen I find to be mainly congenial.

[william] Burroughs, incidentally, took up the slogan that we are "Here to go", which contradicts the tendency in Eastern mysticism to advocate staying where you are because there's nowhere to go anyway. I feel conflicted on this one.

I was in just the right generation to have taken feminism seriously by osmosis - also the generation when the breakdown of the family really began and for whom The Smiths were something new and essential.