I think that passion and love and pain are all bearable, and they go to make love beautiful.

I'll just carry on being a dated flower child.

I like to comprehend more or less everything around me - apart from the creation of my music. It's an obsessive character trait that's getting worse. I don't switch the light on and off 15 times before I leave the room yet, but something's going wrong.

The calendar and the mirror - they're bastards.

You know, people can't fall in love with me just because I'm good at what I do.

I'm like one of those firecrackers that goes off in your pocket occasionally. I'm not really struggling with it as much as the people around me. But at least I'm not doing too much damage to anybody or to myself. It's just the condition I'm aware of.

It's crucial that I kind of keep up, without drifting into the backslapping land of cliche and lifetime achievement awards.