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

The States were much more fun. L.A. was L.A. It's not L.A. now. L.A. infested with jaded 12-year-olds is not the L.A. that I really dug.

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

Don't be hard on yourself. And take as many chances, risks, as you can. You've got to be out there adventuring with the voice. Because if you're just a singer for the sake of it, it's not quite enough.

You have to ask these questions: who pays the piper, and what is valuable in this life?

There's not a lot of towns that I can go to and take family - too many incongruous knocks on doors - "Hello, honey. Have you missed me?"

I live with the people I've always lived with. I'm quite content.