I lose myself in music because I can't be bothered explaining what I feel to anyone else around me.

I think the rock'n'roll myth of living on the edge is a pile of crap.

I am very self-conscious a lot of the time.

It's better to forget than remember me and cry.

The idea of reinvention has always seemed bizarre to me.

I'm in the strange position of the world drifting away from me, but you know what? I'm actually quite content with that. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. I don't feel like, 'Oh God, I'm being left behind.'

There were only two times in my life when I've actually felt down about things and gotten myself into a full mental mess. One of the times was in 1982. I had a horrible time for a few months and felt pretty desperate. Then again in 1984, for various reasons, not all of them within my control. Since then, I just wander in and out of black moods.