Now I'm a blithering oaf hanging on to the coatsleeves of commerciality.

I think I'm prone to panic.

I think I could sing and shear a few sheep at the same time.

The calendar and the mirror - they're bastards.

When I was a kid, I was following black soul music.

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

Every place is determined by the characters who are there.