As a very small child I found recorded noise and the solitary singer beneath the spotlight so dramatic and so brave... walking the plank... willingly... It was sink or swim. The very notion of standing there, alone, I found beautiful.

I used to dream, and I used to vow; I wouldn't dream of it now.

Anything is hard to find when you will not open your eyes

God, come down, if you're really there - Well, you're the one who claims to care!

One day I decided to try to have a complete day without tea. I was quite shaken. I was quite disturbed.

Even now - in the final hour of my life - I'm falling in love again.

I don't want to go on much longer, really. I think that would suggest a lack of imagination. A certain lack of dignity also.