All we have to do is listen. The Good Lord gave us two ears and only one mouth, my dear white-headed mother used to say.

I think Eros should be dirty. In Greek legend, as I'm sure you are aware, he fell in love with the minor deity Psyche. It was the Greek way of saying that, in spite of what it may believe, Love pursues the Soul, not the body; the Erotic desires the Psychic. If Love was clean and wholesome he wouldn't lust after Psyche.

Self-consciousness, that's what it is. Always my abiding vice. I keep seeing myself. Me watching myself watching others watch me. How do you lose that? What's the trick?

It is the useless things that make life worth living and that make life dangerous too: wine, love, art, beauty. Without them life is safe, but not worth bothering with.

I found it all about as arousing as a Tupperware party.

There is simply no limit to the tyrannical snobbery that otherwise decent people can descend into when it comes to music.

My life, at least, is divided between writing and performing and mixtures of the two.